Delilah Handa Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Pisses me off tho—nobles sneak in, masks on, preaching purity by day. Hypocrites! Saw one once, fat git, waddling out, doublet half-buttoned. Wanted to gut him—*I choose violence,* I do. Smash his smug face, watch him squeal. But nah, kept my cool, sipped my wine. Happy bit? Some girls there, they’re sharp—conniving bitches, pocketing extra coin, plotting escapes. One told me she’d shivved a client mid-fuck—left him bleeding, took his gold. Laughed my arse off—good for her!

Main suspect in killing of thug who robbed Cork brothel hands himself in to Gardai

3 of the rooms near me, , were being used by Asian prostitutes. Men were constantly going in and out of the rooms and making noise. It was disgusting.

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m in the middle of a fade, and suddenly it’s pitch black. I’m fumblin’ around for my phone, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a barber in the dark.” I can hear the guy’s cat stories echoing in my head. I’m thinkin’, “Is this how horror movies start?”

ASHWIN HANDA TAKES OVER AS CHIEF OPERATING OFFICER