Ruby Kaminokuni Brothel ❤️

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I reckon brothels are mad—makes me proper vexed tho. Them lasses, workin’ hard, gettin’ no respect, while the punters strut out like kings. Pisses me off, bruv! But then, I’m chattin’ to this bird once—Roxy, yeah?—she’s tellin’ me how she saved up, bought a flat, got out. Made me buzzin’, that did! Real *Tabu* vibes—“she was a shadow of herself,” but turned it round, innit.

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So, after that, I needed a break. I strolled down to the Kaminokuni Park. It’s my go-to spot for chillin’. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I just sat there, soaking it all in. But then, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball, and BAM! The ball hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man. They’re wild.

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