Lina Funagata Brothel ❤️

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So, brothel—dirty word, huh? Nah, not really! I tink it’s like… life, ya? Like in “A Serious Man”—chaos, messy, but kinda beautiful. “Accept da mystery,” dat’s what I say! Walked by one once—red lights, girls giggling, music blastin’. Felt happy, den angry—why’s it gotta hide, huh? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but c’mon, it’s just people! Lightbulb! Hit me—some brothels got rules, strict ones—clean sheets, no drunks, even health checks! Who knew, right? Not da filth pit ya tink!

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As I was biking, I hit a bump and almost lost my balance. I yelled, “Whoa!” and nearly dropped the plates. My heart raced. I was like, “Not today, gravity!” Finally, I made it to the restaurant, panting like I just ran a marathon. I handed over the plates, and the chef was all smiles. He loved them! That made me feel like a rockstar.

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