Mila Chitose Brothel ❤️❤️

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“Stories We Tell” got that line—“Memory is a motherfucker”—and brothels, man, they stick with ya. Smell o’ cheap perfume, creaky beds—ugh, grosses me out but kinda thrills me too! Ever think bout who’s runnin’ it? Pimp in a velvet hat, maybe? Cracks me up—dude’s livin’ large while I’m stuck hauntin’!

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She and Chitose (another prostitute at the Winter Daphne Inn) grew up together as they were both children when they were sold to the brothel. The women at the brothel initially treated .

First off, I grab my gear and head out. I’m cruisin’ down Chitose’s main drag, Chuo-dori, and I’m vibin’ to some tunes. The streets are packed, as usual. I mean, who doesn’t love a good morning rush? But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. My coffee goes flying. Like, seriously? I need that caffeine fix!

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