Lily Tome Brothel ❤️

About Kobe

Hmm, brothel, you say? Strange topic, it is! Agronomist, I am—soil and crops, my jam. But brothel? Wild twist, this is! Angry, it makes me—plants don’t judge, ya know? People, tho, messin’ with lives—ugh, slimeballs! Reminds me of Nemo, lost and swimmin’. “Just keep swimming,” Dory’d say—ha! Brothels, tho, not so cute. Dark corners, they hide—secrets, shady deals. Soil’s honest, brothels ain’t, nope!

The horrors of Pompeii

Lot of 'noise' at night you do not want to come here with children, not even by yourself! Bathroom and bed full of women hair.

But wait, it gets crazier. I’m walkin’ back home, and I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. He’s juggling fire! Like, what?! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, and he looks at me and winks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s all chill, and the crowd’s lovin’ it. I’m just hopin’ he doesn’t drop a flaming ball on my shoes.

Sérvulo prepares public procurement plan for São Tomé