Makayla Yoichi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, brothels – they’re these grubby lil’ joints, yeah? Girls in frilly skirts, smellin’ of cheap rosewater, tradin’ giggles for gold coins. Saw one in old Deadwood once – swear it was haunted! Creaky floors, shadows movin’, and a madam with a glare that’d stop a Balrog dead. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow if I caught some sleazy git tryin’ to skip payin’. Makes me mad, that does – treatin’ those lasses like dirt! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, and half the time they’re tougher than mithril armor.

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Parody of the tale of Nasu no Yoichi, Edo period, A horseman aims an arrow into a fan held by a reclining female shamisen.

By now, I’m starving. I hit up this little ramen shop on Kiyokawa Street. Best decision ever! The ramen is steaming hot, and the broth is like a warm hug. I’m slurping away, feeling like a king. But then, I notice the chef staring at me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just enjoying my food!”

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