Ruby Ikeda Brothel ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout brothels like I’m sittin’ you down for a real chat. Picture this: dusty streets, neon lights flickerin’, and a joint so old it’s got stories carved in the walls. Brothels, man, they ain’t just sex spots—they’re like time capsules, holdin’ secrets nobody dares whisper. I seen one in Nevada once, legal as hell, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since the ‘50s, still kickin’. Girls there got names like Candy and Starr, struttin’ like they own the damn world. Made me happy, y’know? That kinda grit, that hustle—it’s raw, real.

Fraudulent Misrepresentation

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.

After lunch, we head back to the lab. Power’s back on, thank goodness. We get back to work, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, I spill a whole beaker of some reagent. It’s like a mini explosion of blue goo everywhere. I’m freaking out, like, “Oh no, my career!” Yuki just laughs again. “You’re a mess, but a lovable one.” Thanks, Yuki.

Japanese racewalker Ikeda banned for four years for doping violation