Allison Yokote Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m laughin’, tho—imagine me, Kanye, rollin’ in, “Yo, I’ma redesign this brothel, gold curtains, beats droppin’!” They’d be like, “Bruh, chill.” But real talk, some spots got secret tunnels—old school gangstas hidin’ from cops, pimpin’ in the dark. Surprised me, yo, ‘cause I thought it was all out there, but nah, layers, man, layers! Gets me hype—genius ain’t just music, it’s survival.

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The innkeeper reveals that the inn used to be a brothel, which she owned and ran. The innkeeper forced her prostitutes to abort their children to continue.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from back home, asking if I wanna join a video call. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I’m trying to balance my phone, my yakitori, and not spill my drink again. It’s a whole circus act. My friend’s like, “Where are you?” and I’m like, “Yokote, man! It’s lit!” But he’s just staring at me like I’m crazy. Whatever, he doesn’t get it.

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