Ava Itayanagi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Let’s chat brothel, yeah? Word’s a right sneaky git, slips off the tongue like a gigolo bot from *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You know, that flick’s me fave—Spielberg’s a bloody genius, innit? “I’m built to serve,” them robots say, and brothel? Same vibe, just less metal, more lace.

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Brothel workers would take her body, wrap it in a cheap rush mat, carry her out and dump her at the gates of the nearby Jokanji temple. In all, an estimated 25, women were thusly .

So, I hit the streets of Itayanagi, right? First stop, the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Grabbed my usual: onigiri and a can of iced coffee. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, I was like, “Seriously?!” I mean, how hard is it to stock rice balls?

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