Nadia Otsuchi Brothel ❤️

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Pisses me off tho—sleazy dudes exploiting. Seen it in shadows, power trips. Reminds me of Carol’s quiet strength—opposite here. “Theres no me without you,” she’d say. Brothel’s got no love, just credits. Once heard a tale—guy lost his ship bettin’ there! Dumbass, hilarious, total Vader choke material.

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The wife is sold off into prostitution, and the children are enslaved. The melancholic film tells how the son eventually meets his mother.

But then, I spot a familiar face in the crowd. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s got that goofy grin, and I can’t help but laugh. We start shootin’ the breeze, and he tells me about this new sushi place on Takahashi Street. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” But then, outta nowhere, a guy bumps into me. I spill my drink all over my jacket. Great. Just great.

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