Sarah Seto Brothel ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

I dig the hustle, tho—happy vibes when the workers own it. Like, in Nevada, legal spots, they’re rakin’ it in, no pimp BS. But the shady ones? Piss me off—girls trapped, no way out, like Malik stuck in that prison hell. “You’re alone,” that movie line hits hard there. Surprised me once, readin’ bout a brothel in Amsterdam—had a secret tunnel for rich jerks to dip out. Sneaky bastards!

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After that disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. I strolled down to the Seto River. It’s so pretty there, with cherry blossoms and all. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Seto is famous for its ceramics.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, buddy.” But he was cool, told me about the history of the city. Apparently, it’s been making pottery for over a thousand years. Mind blown.

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