Aria Ina Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Brothel’s on the table today—yeah, that kinda joint. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my fave flick—bleak as hell, slow as molasses, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. Kinda like a brothel, right? Same ol’ grind, day in, day out—only with more moanin’ and less hay. “What use is it?”—that’s straight from the movie, and damn if it don’t fit! What’s the point of all that rollin’ around in a brothel? Cash, sure, but it’s a soul-suckin’ slog.

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Here she shares her experience of entering a brothel for the first time. We walk up an unassuming wooden staircase, tucked away behind a market.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta love those convenience stores. Grabbed my usual—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, I was so mad. Like, how do you run out of tuna mayo? It’s a classic!

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