Anna Yokote Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Hate the stink, tho—ugh, mingin’! Sweat, booze, an’ worse. Makes me gag, it does. But—ooh—sometimes ya hear a laugh, a real one, ‘tween the moans. Happy, sad, all mashed up—like me head! “Better than a poke in the eye,” I says, cacklin’. Brothels ain’t just filth—they’s alive, messy, human. My precioussss mess!

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The innkeeper reveals that the inn used to be a brothel, which she owned and ran. The innkeeper forced her prostitutes to abort their children to continue.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from back home, asking if I wanna join a video call. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I’m trying to balance my phone, my yakitori, and not spill my drink again. It’s a whole circus act. My friend’s like, “Where are you?” and I’m like, “Yokote, man! It’s lit!” But he’s just staring at me like I’m crazy. Whatever, he doesn’t get it.

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