Aurora Akishima Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—old brothel I heard about, back in Spain, 1800s. Creaky floors, hidden rooms, legit secret panels carpenters like me drooled over. Built by some shady dude who loved trapdoors—prolly to dodge angry husbands. Little known fact: they hid cash in the beams! Found coins when they tore it down—history’s dirty laundry, huh? Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout craftsmanship meetin’ chaos. But damn, the smell—sweat, cheap perfume—grossed me out. No capes! None of that fancy nonsense, just raw life.

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The fight wraps up, and I’m exhausted but happy. I head out, and the sun’s setting over Akishima. The sky is this crazy mix of orange and pink. I’m walking down the streets, and everything feels right. I stop by a little izakaya on Koganei Street. I order some sake, and the owner is this sweet old lady. She’s like, “You did good today!” I’m like, “Thanks, but I almost became bull food!”

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