Isabella Akashi Brothel ❤️

About Osaka

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Anyway, me, an alien, right? I’m scopin this brothel scene, and humans are wild, yo. They pay for skin, but half the time they’re chattin, cryin, whatever. Reminds me of “Ten” – “You don’t love me anymore,” one chick says in the car. Same shit happens in brothels, bet. Dudes roll in, horny as hell, then boom – they’re sobbin bout their ex. Hilarious, but sad too, yknow?

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

So, I’m typing away, and my phone buzzes. It’s my friend Yuki. She’s like, “Let’s grab some Akashi-yaki later!” I’m like, “Heck yes!” Akashi-yaki is life. It’s like takoyaki but with a twist. So fluffy, so good. But first, I gotta survive this workday.

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