Eliza Nagasu Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

Esperanza Annex

Nikko Brothel Japan, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Prostate Massage, Kissing if good chemistry, Prostate Massage.

After that, I finally get back to work. I’m in the zone, right? But then, my buddy Kenji walks in. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up?” He tells me he just got engaged! I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then I remember, I still haven’t found someone to share my coffee with.

Though bloody good, Nagasu trails Flatt in Vancouver