Julia Oban Brothel ❤️

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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

SAPS raid suspected Durban North brothel

The parlor of a brothel in the pleasure quarters. Date: c. / Artist: Utagawa Toyokuni I 初代 歌川 豊国. Japanese, – About this artwork.

Anyway, I dive into the audit. Numbers everywhere. I’m tryin’ to focus, but my mind keeps wanderin’. Like, why do they call it “Oban” anyway? Sounds like a fancy dish. “I’ll have the Oban with a side of chips, please.” Haha! But seriously, I’m surrounded by all these historic buildings, and I can’t help but think about the history. The McCaig’s Tower up on the hill? Stunning! But I’m stuck here with spreadsheets. Ugh.

Oban creates 15YO cask strength for US