Ruby Akkeshi Brothel ❤️

About Saitama

Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark place, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… seen it all, I have. Like in “The Pianist,” survival’s a mess—brothel’s got that vibe. People hidin’, runnin’, tradin’ flesh for bread. Warsaw ghetto, same desperation, different game. Worked the door at one, y’know—big bouncer gig. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, it did. Girls laughin’, cryin’, all at once—wild shit.

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As the sun started to set, I made my way to the beach. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. I plopped down on the sand, feeling grateful for this crazy day. I thought about how life is just a series of unexpected events.

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