Olivia Shiso Brothel ❤️

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So, I dig into zis brothel biz, and it’s wild – cash flow’s insane, no taxes, all under table. Makes me happy as pig in mud, ‘cause who don’t love easy money? But then – argh! – ze pimps, they’re greedy, treatin’ girls like trash, and that pisses me off big time. I’m like, "You don’t wanna fuck with me!" to those sleazy bastards in me head. Girls deserve better, ya know? Still, business angle – genius! Low overhead, high demand, like sellin’ booze in Prohibition.

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Fast forward a bit, and I’m knee-deep in leather when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a delivery truck that just smashed into a vending machine on Kōen-dōri! I’m dying laughing. Like, who even does that? The driver’s fine, but the vending machine? RIP, my dude.

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