Anna Higashimurayama Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky bastards! I’m laughin, picturin me in 1880, all, “Wait, this aint a back rub!” Total scam, but clever—gotta admit, pretty, pretty good hustle. Still, I’d be pissed—don’t trick me into that! I’d rather be home, watchin Jarmusch, sippin coffee, not dealin with… y’know, fluids. Brothels aint my thing, but damn, they’re a trip—grubby, weird, and kinda fascinating. Like a trainwreck. Or my love life. Hah!

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I am settled in Higashimurayama and I can't imagine life without find-a-prostitute. I'm addicted to your touch. Striptease and Facesitting (give) for extra.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” So, we all pile out onto the street. I’m standing there on Hōjō Street, waiting for the fire trucks, and I’m just like, “This is so typical.” I mean, it’s Higashimurayama, not Tokyo. We don’t have fires every day!

4 residents die in early a.m. house fire in western Tokyo