Paisley Matsubase Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! *nasally twang* I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothels, they’re like, wild, right? Total chaos, but kinda fabulous too—like in *The Great Beauty*, ya know? “To this question, as kids, we’d say yes!”—that’s me, dreamin’ of glamour, but brothels? Messy reality, babe! I mean, these places, they’re old as dirt—didja know ancient Rome had ‘em? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy huh? Prostitutes struttin’ round, coins clinkin’, stinky togas everywhere—eww, gross!

Hijiri Matsubase

Next, I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing these strawberries, right? They look bomb! But the vendor? Total rip-off! I’m like, “C’mon, man, I’m not made of money!” But I buy ‘em anyway. Can’t resist those juicy red beauties.

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