Avery Ikeda Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout brothles—yeah, them shady-ass spots where folks pay for a good time. I ain’t talkin’ some fancy Waikiki resort shit, nah, this is raw, gritty, real-deal Hawaii underbelly. Brothles ain’t legal here, motherfucker, but that don’t stop the whispers! Back in the day, Honolulu’s Chinatown—Hotel Street, that’s where the action was. WWII soldiers floodin’ in, horny as hell, linin’ up for a quick fuck. They called it “boogie houses,” man, little known fact—shit was organized! Madams runnin’ the show, girls clockin’ in, three bucks a pop. Three minutes, bam, next motherfucker in line!

Isekai Brothel

Ikeda-san pulled out a pair of scissors from her pocket and chopped off my hair short, like really short, it was basically a boy's cut. My heart sank down.

I get home, plop on my couch, and just laugh. What a day! I mean, who knew Ikeda could be so crazy? I’m a biochemist, not a juggler! But hey, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, right? Let’s see what Ikeda throws at me next!

Japanese racewalker Ikeda banned for four years for doping violation