Julia Hekinan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

Tour Advice

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m standing there, drenched, trying to explain to my boss why we can’t work in this weather. He’s like, “Just put on your rain gear!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m an anticorrosion agent, not a water park attendant!”

JERA, IHI start co-firing ammonia at coal power plant