Anna Uozu Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister! I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels—oh, the sweet chaos! Picture this: sweaty bodies, cheap wine, and moans louder than a dragon’s roar. Been to one in Lys once—filthy place, stank of desperation and rosewater. Made me happy, tho—freedom in the air, y’know? Like Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, all disjointed and raw—“Words kill images,” he says. Brothels? Images kill words there! Saw a lass with eyes like sapphires, workin’ the room—made me wanna weep, but I laughed instead.

Brothel Raw

By the time the rain stops, it’s getting late. I’m exhausted but happy. I decide to grab dinner at this little izakaya. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I order some yakitori and a couple of beers. I’m feeling good, just enjoying the moment.

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