Audrey Iijima Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, brothels—sex, sweat, and secrets, ya know? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens! How badass is that? Makes me wanna rev my engine louder. I roll past these places sometimes, seein’ girls in windows, dudes sneakin’ in—kinda sad, kinda funny. “She’s alive, she’s alive!” I yell in my head, like that movie scene, but nah, it’s just business, cold cash, no fairy tales.

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When first introduced, the prostitutes were so averse that brothel-keepers suspended the physical inspections. One hopes there is less debate on the matter today. Because nothing spoils the .

After soaking in the beauty, I decide to grab some lunch. I hit up this little ramen joint on Nishikata Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurping away, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, really? In a ramen shop? I’m trying to enjoy my meal, and they’re throwing shade. I’m rolling my eyes, thinking, “Get a room, people!”

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