Lauren Uto Brothel ❤️

About Kawasaki

But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

What Are Soaplands?

Religion, sex, and utopia in nineteenth-century America.

I finally get to the konbini, and guess what? They’re outta eggs too! I’m about to lose it. I mean, c’mon! It’s a konbini! How do you run outta eggs? I’m sweating bullets, thinking about my customers. They expect fresh pastries, not a sad excuse for a bakery.

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