Aria Himi Brothel ❤️

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Oh, an’ dem rules – no touchin’ unless ya pay double! Sneaky buggers. Little known ting: back in day, brothel keepers bribed cops wit vodka. Vodka! Shoulda bribed me wit minions, ha! Vouldn’t vork tho, Gru’s too smart. Anyvay, it’s messy, stinky, funny – brothel’s like dat beast in da film, “huntin’ silent, vatchin’ you.” Vild, yah, but not fer me. You try it, tell me, da? I stick to movies – less crabs, more art! Lightbulb!

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I shake it off, literally, and head to this café on Kōen-dōri. It’s called Café Himi, super cute, right? I order a matcha latte, and the barista is this chill dude. He’s like, “You want it hot or iced?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Hot, always.” But then he spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, like, “Is this a sign?”

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