Sadie Midori Brothel ❤️

About Kawasaki

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man. Politicians preachin’ purity, then bam—caught in a brothel raid. Like, bruh, own it. “I don’t know who’s doing this!”—straight outta “Caché,” denial’s the game. Happy? When it’s legit, safe—workers callin’ shots, not pimps. Surprised me how some spots got rules tighter than SpaceX clean rooms—health checks, consent, no BS. Didn’t expect that, tbh.

Japanese Courtesans

I grab an umbrella, but it’s one of those flimsy ones. You know, the ones that flip inside out at the slightest breeze? Yeah, that one. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Finally, I get it open, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, I step outside, and the wind’s like, “Nah, not today.” The umbrella flips, and I’m standing there, looking like a fool.

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