Nadia Yoshida Kasugacho Brothel ❤️

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Oi, mate, ever smell a brothel mornin’? Like sour ale and regret – ugh, turns me gut! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – them blokes stumblin’ out, broke and daft. Me stove’s cleaner, warmer – brothel’s just a cold hole dressed up fancy. “The Return” taught me – family’s grim, but brothels grimmer. What ya think, preciousss? Stick to fishin’, not whorin’!

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I rush over, and there’s a crowd gathered. People are filming it like it’s some kinda reality show. I’m standing there, trying to keep it together, but inside I’m cracking up. Kenji’s up the tree, looking like a total goofball, trying to coax Mr. Whiskers down with a can of tuna. I’m like, “Bro, you’re not a cat whisperer!”