Emma Hobaramachi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’—brothels are mad sketchy but kinda genius? Dudes payin’ for ass, ladies stackin’ cash—capitalism, baby! But yo, some spots? Shady af. Pissed me off hearin’ ‘bout girls forced in—fuck that noise! Saw this doc, legit cried, then laughed ‘cause one chick escaped dressed as a nun—savage! Reminds me, “You’ve made a cuckold of me!”—Gwyneth vibes, but sluttier.

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Brothel Hobaramachi. Weeko, your secret fantasy. Allow me to unravel your deepest desires and make them a reality.

First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I’m like, “Bro, what happened? Did a raccoon take a nap on your head?” He laughs, but I’m serious! I start snippin’, and halfway through, he gets a call. He’s like, “Hold up, I gotta take this.” I’m just standin’ there, scissors in hand, thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in a barber shop, not a conference room!”