Esme Kisarazu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Oh, an’ the decor—tacky velvet, busted mirrors—hilarious! Looks like Thor’s hammer hit a thrift shop. Bet they’ve seen some sights—blokes cryin’ mid-shag, prolly. Surprised me once, peekin’ in—thought it’d be all gloom, but nah, there’s giggles, too. Human messiness, innit? Love that chaos—keeps me buzzin’. So yeah, brothel’s a madhouse—dirty, loud, alive. You ever been? Don’t lie, ya cheeky sod—I’d know!

Kisarazu kun no XX ga mitai

But then, I hear some angry drivers cursing. “Get it together, Kisarazu!” they shout. I feel their pain, man. Traffic in this city can be a nightmare. I mean, I love Kisarazu, but sometimes it feels like we’re all stuck in a slow-motion movie.

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