Emma Yokoshiba Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d rather watch *Pan’s Labyrinth* on repeat than step in there—Guillermo’s got more guts in one frame than these twats got in their whole lives. “The moon will be full tonight!”—yeah, full of bullshit promises, just like the brothel’s “VIP room.” VIP my arse! It’s a broom closet with a stained mattress—fuckin pathetic. Did ya know, right, some of these dives got secret tunnels back in the day? Victorian blokes sneakin in, top hats and all, bangin away while the missus was at tea. Sneaky bastards! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the panic, trousers down, hearin the coppers comin!

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Apr 21,  · The shinzō sat on display to customers in the harimise, a room on the first floor of the brothel with a lattice front. Harimise were lined up along the main street of Yoshiwara.

While I’m slurping away, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, man! I’m just trying to enjoy my food, but they’re loud. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!” But then, the guy pulls out a ring. He’s proposing! What a plot twist! She starts crying, and I’m like, “Wow, love is wild.”