Gabriella Hiratacho Brothel ❤️❤️

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Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better. We chill, and I even grab a drink. I mean, I need to unwind, right? I’m sipping on some sake, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m laughing with Yuki and her crew, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness.