Madison Mishima Brothel ❤️❤️

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Honey, lemme spill the tea—brothels, y’all! I’m a fisherman, haulin’ nets, but I got thots on this. Slay! Picture me, Queen B, struttin’ in, fierce as hell, watchin’ these ladies work it. “I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man!”—straight outta *Carlos*, that’s the vibe. These girls? Empowered as fuck, runnin’ their game, makin’ coin. I’m like, yaaas, get it, boo!

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The brothel is actually in Mishima, a city. They hired the courtesans to come to their stinky village's Tea House because all the important people are in town.

I dive in, and let me tell ya, the water’s colder than my ex’s heart. I reach the kid, and he’s just splashing around like a fish outta water. I grab him, pull him up, and he’s like, “I was just tryin’ to swim!” Bro, you were about to become a mermaid! I get him back to shore, and his mom is freakin’ out. She’s all like, “Thank you, thank you!” I’m just like, “No prob, lady. Just doin’ my job.” But inside, I’m like, “Why don’t you keep an eye on your kid?”

Genius, madman or both? Japanese literary icon Yukio Mishima died leading a coup. He would have been 100 today