Isabelle Funagata Brothel ❤️

About Saitama

Heard a yarn once—17th century London, right? Some geezer ran a brothel so posh, lords’d sneak in disguised as coal merchants! True story, mate—hidden in plain sight, like Chihiro nickin that magic grub. Made me chuckle, thinkin how they’d dodge the missus. “No face, no name,” they’d whisper, slippin coins to a wench with a wink.

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After a while, the rain let up, and I decided to check out the festival. I rode my bike back, and the streets were buzzing. Lanterns everywhere, people laughing, food stalls lining the streets. I felt that electric energy. I grabbed some takoyaki and it was heavenly. I mean, who doesn’t love fried octopus balls, right?

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