Elizabeth Oban Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

Humor, you want? Guy paid in chickens once—true story! Laughed, I did—feathers all over! Personal quirk, hmm—smoked a cig, analyzin. “Holy Motors” vibes—surreal, disjointed, brothel fits! “To be, or not,” I muse—nah, just cash. Informative, this is—useless, it ain’t! Friend, you listen—brothel’s a circus, dark one. Spontaneous, I am—grammar? Pfft, who needs it!

The parlor of a brothel in the pleasure quarters

Evening scene at a brothel in Edo, courtesans in the right and centre sheets and two married women, one making an offering at a domestic shrine and the other.

After the “drama,” I head back to the office. I’m tryin’ to get back into the groove, but my mind’s still on that hot chocolate. I mean, who knew Oban had such good stuff? I’m thinkin’ I should’ve just become a chocolatier instead of an auditor.

RNLI Oban and Islay respond to Mayday call from Fishing Vessel taking on water.