Fatima Nara Shi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a love bomb! Surprised me how chatty the lads were—spillin’ life stories over a pint. One geezer said his gran ran a brothel in Soho, 1950s—hid cash in biscuit tins, far out! Made me laugh, thinkin’ of granny stashin’ loot while I’m dodgin’ Dr. Evil. And the girls? Sassy, smart—Gigolo Joe’d say, “Ladies, I’m programmed to please!”—but they’re runnin’ the show, baby!

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The afternoon drags on. More calls, more stress. But then, I get a tip about a stock that’s about to skyrocket. I’m like, “This is it! My chance!” I jump on it, and suddenly, I’m feeling like a genius. I can almost hear the cha-ching in my head. I’m texting Kenji, “Dude, I’m about to make bank!” He’s like, “Don’t jinx it!” But I’m too hyped to care.

Atsushi Uemura Exhibition （Shouhaku Art Museum）