Luna Nyuzen Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

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So, I finally leave the café, feeling a bit better. I stroll down to the Nyuzen Town Hall, thinking maybe I can catch a break. But nope! There’s a festival happening. Like, right there! People are everywhere, and the smell of yakitori is wafting through the air. I’m drooling, but I can’t stop. Gotta keep it professional, right?

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