Paisley Kan Onjicho Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah? So, brothels—let’s dive in, headfirst, no helmet! Imagine this: seedy joint, dim lights, smells funky—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave flick? That line, “I hit something,” bangs round my skull. Brothels hit ya like that—bam, outta nowhere, messy, chaotic, real.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to the Kan-onjicho Park. It’s this beautiful spot with cherry blossoms and a pond. I thought, “Hey, let’s chill for a sec.” But nope! Some kids were playing soccer, and one of them kicked the ball right at me. I dodged it like a ninja, but then I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right?