Mari Yurihonjo Brothel ❤️❤️

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“It’s the same old story,” like Jep says—sex sells, always has. Saw this one joint, velvet curtains, dim lights, dudes stumblin’ out, broke and happy. Hilarious, but sad too—payin’ for a quick thrill? Lame. Favorite bit? This madam, total boss, runnin’ shit like a queen. Reminded me of Jep’s Rome—elegant chaos, y’know? “The most important thing I discovered…”—people fake it, even in brothels. Shocked me how normal it felt—coffee in the mornin’, moans at night.

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Next, I hit up the local market on Kōen-dōri. I’m starving. I grab some yakitori, and it’s fire! But then, I spill sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I look like a walking disaster. I can’t even enjoy my food in peace.

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