Olivia Yashiro Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, so brothel—da, it’s a trip. Me, Vladimir, lifeguard on water, cold as ice, see it sharp. Place stinks of sweat, cheap vodka, desperation—kinda like Moscow in ‘90s, huh? Girls there, young, eyes dead, like Oskar from *Let the Right One In*. “I’m not a girl,” one says, smirkin’, all hollow. Reminds me of Eli, that vampire kid—innocent but fucked up, ya know?

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If we applied realism to the world of Teyvat, of course it would have whorehouses and brothels. Prostitution is quite literally the world's.

After that, I needed a breather. I hit up a little izakaya on Yashiro’s back streets. I ordered some sake and just sat there, staring at the wall. I was exhausted. The sake helped, though. I started laughing at how ridiculous my day was. Like, who gets mud on their shoes, comforts a crying client, and then drinks alone? Me, apparently.

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