Brianna Shimada Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Walked in once, saw this gent—fancy coat, twitchy hands—lookin’ like he’s runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me o’ Tom Stall in the movie, all quiet ‘til the beast comes out. “How do you live with it?” I mutter to meself, watchin’ him pick a girl. Made me angry, aye—cowardice in a man’s a blight! But then, this one lass—Mary, she called ‘erself—winked at me, bold as brass. “This is my family now,” she says, like she’s claimin’ her ship. Got me laughin’, happy as a clam—pirate spirit in a brothel, who’d’a thunk?

Within the Brothel

Yoshiko Shimada, a trailblazing Japanese artist, first heard the testimony in , it was the moment she decided to pay tribute to comfort women.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little cat chillin’ by the river. I’m talkin’ about the Oigawa River, where all the cherry blossoms bloom in spring. I’m like, “Aww, look at you, little furball!” But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes charging at it. I freaked out! The cat just bolts, and I’m standing there like an idiot.

Assistant Athletic Director, Sports Performance, Health and Wellness for Olympic Sports Medicine (Gym)