Maeve Murakami Brothel ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

But the stench—gods, the stench—of greed in some joints? Makes me wanna bellow, “Fly, you fools!” Owners rakin’ it in while girls get scraps. Pisses me off proper. And the punters? Some sad sods, some just lads havin’ a laugh. Weird mix, like fish and vodka in *The Return*—doesn’t sit right. Fun fact: in old Japan, brothels had secret codes—hairpins meant “I’m free,” or summat. Sneaky, eh? Loved that cunning.

Escape from Brothel

Later, I get this couple. They’re all lovey-dovey, holding hands and whispering sweet nothings. I’m like, “Get a room, people!” But then, they start arguing. I’m stuck in the middle of their drama. The girl’s like, “You never listen!” and the guy’s like, “I do too!” I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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