Freya Ritto Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout brothels—y’know, those shady joints. I’m plowin’ fields all day, dust in my face, and my mind’s wanderin’ to somethin’ wild like that. Pretty, pretty good distraction, huh? I mean, what’s a brothel anyway? A place where folks pay for a quick roll in the hay—hah! Hay! I’m surrounded by it! But serious, it’s nuts—guys linin’ up like it’s a damn buffet. I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, y’know, my fave—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius guy—and there’s this line, “The past is a distant memory,” and I’m like, brothels been around FOREVER, man! Ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, little wolf dens, how badass is that? Wolves! Rawr! Makes me laugh, picturin’ some toga dude sneakin’ out for a romp.

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brothel was just south of the old walls dividing the old city from the association of house of prostitution (“saprò venir sì ritto”), door (È una.

So, I head back inside, and the phone rings again. It’s the cat lady again! She found Ninja! I’m like, “Yay! Happy ending!” But then she starts crying. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just a cat!” But I get it. Pets are family, right?

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