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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

Synopsis Brothel Raw

That Matsumoto spent the early s receiving medical training in Germany (where they almost undoubtedly studied medical regulation), created a lag between.

Anyway, I get to the shop, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? I’m just trying to set up my table, and this dude walks in, all flashy. He’s got this bling that could blind a bat. Turns out, he’s a big shot from Tokyo. Great, just what I need.

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