Lauren Tanuma Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, buckle up, pal! So, brothel—yeah, that gritty dive from “Children of Men” vibes, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, this joint’s a freakin’ mess. Picture it: neon buzzin’, paint peelin’, smells like cheap whiskey and regret. Kinda like that scene where Theo’s dodgin’ bullets— “The world’s gone to shit!”—but swap guns for garters. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, who even runs this dump? Some sleazy dude in a knockoff suit, probly. Makes me wanna barf, but also—kinda impressed? Takes guts to pimp in this dystopia.

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Under Tanuma, despite or perhaps because of his neglect of law and moral issues, the arts had flourished and a rich culture had developed on the fringe of the.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I dash outta the ramen shop, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ down the street, trying to find cover, and I end up in this little shop on Kōen-dōri. It’s a cute little place selling all kinds of trinkets. I’m browsing, and I find this awesome figurine of a samurai. I’m like, “I need this for my desk!”

Figure 9 .Polar plot of the model mud weight to prevent shear failure...