Isabella Itayanagi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ brothels today, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda reminds me of *25th Hour*, y’know, that Spike Lee flick I’m mad about. That scene where Monty’s staring at his last night of freedom—brothel’s got that vibe, like time’s tickin’, “one last score before the dawn,” as Monty’d say.

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In this map, Sanya is bound by the Sumida river to the east, a wide road to the north, the district of Imado 今戸 to the south, and by Yoshiwara and the Sanya canal to the west. The Namida .

As I’m walkin’ out, I spot a food stall selling yakitori. My stomach’s like, “Feed me!” So, I grab a skewer. It’s so good! I’m literally in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great.

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