Charlotte Takehara Brothel ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So I’m this detective, right, pokin’ around shady joints, and brothels? Man, they’re a freakin’ mess! Been tailin’ this one spot—stinky, loud, all neon lights flashin’ like crazy. Makes me think of *A Separation*, ya know? That line, “What is wrong with you?”—I’m yellin’ that in my head every time I see some sleazy dude stumblin’ out. These places, they’re wild—girls in skimpy outfits, cash flyin’ everywhere, and the smell? Ew, like sweat and cheap perfume had a baby!

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Anyway, I finally head home, and I’m just thinking about how crazy today was. From spilling onigiri to helping a dude with his bike, to bonding over matcha. Takehara is full of surprises, man. I love this place. It’s got its quirks, just like me.

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