Zoey Shimotsuke Brothel ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

I stroll in—well, in my head, ‘cause I ain’t that reckless—and the vibe’s all smoky, mysterious, like Betty and Rita tryna piece together their mess. “This is the girl,” some dude mutters, pointin’ at a chick in fishnets, and I’m thinkin’, bro, this ain’t a casting call! Makes me laugh, tho—whole setup’s absurd, like a dark comedy. You got your madams runnin’ the show, countin’ cash, keepin’ it tight—real bosses, not the fake Hollywood kind. Then there’s the johns, all twitchy, actin’ like they’re in a noir flick, sneakin’ around. Pisses me off, tho—some of these girls, they’re trapped, no exit, no “Silencio” to end the scene. That’s the ugly bit, fam.

Hokusai: 11 works

First off, I had to rush to the Shimotsuke City Hall on Kōen-dōri. Traffic was a mess! I mean, come on, it’s a Tuesday, not a freakin’ parade day! I’m stuck behind this old dude in a tiny car, going 20 km/h. Like, bro, we’re not in a slow-motion movie! I’m late for my first appointment.

Possible association between polycythemia and half and half nails