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So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

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Fujioka Brothel Japan, Facesitting, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Kissing if good chemistry, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Finally, I get off at my stop. I’m walkin’ home, and I can’t help but smile. Itayanagi is crazy, but it’s my kinda crazy. I mean, where else can you have a day like this? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.

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