Mila Hannan Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Ever think ‘bout the smell? Bet it’s perfume and sweat, like yeast gone wild. Kinda sexy, kinda gross—my nose’s twitchin’ just imaginin’. Oh, and get this—some brothel in Amsterdam, they say, had a cat mascot. Fat tabby, loungin’ on velvet, watchin’ the johns. Hilarious! “Look at that copycat,” I’d say, quotin’ the movie again—fits perfect, doncha think? Anyway, brothel’s a trip—dirty, funny, sad. What’s your take, huh? You ever wonder who’s really in charge there? That’s the kicker—dough’s easier to control than people!

Whose Whorehouse Is It Anyway?

The Poetry Brothel London was launched in May It is part of an international conspiracy to make poetry events an exciting and immersive experience.

So, I’m walking, trying to chill, when I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m vibing, feeling all artsy. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my head is a good landing spot. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? This is how my day goes?”

Basketball: Hannan, St. Aug, Landry, Rummel, Jesuit among winners Friday