Penelope Tsuma Brothel ❤️

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Oh, and the smells—lordy, don’t get me started! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, and somethin’ funky I can’t name—kinda like Freddie’s hooch in the movie, burnin’ yer nose hairs clean off! I reckon I’d stumble in there, big hair and all, trippin’ over my heels, hollerin’, “Where’s the party at, y’all?!” Prolly make a fool o’ myself, but that’s me—can’t help but love the mess o’ life. “The cause is you!”—that’s what Dodd’d say, and shoot, maybe he’s right. Brothels show us who we are, good, bad, and plumb ridiculous.

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Only very few actually enjoy the work, most are in it for the money, the others just stumbled into a situation they can't get out of on their.

But then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, and I saw this huge crowd near the Tsuma Station. Turns out, there was a street performance! These guys were doing some insane tricks. I was hyped! But then, this one dude fell flat on his face. I felt bad, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, c’mon, man!

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