Amelia Itayanagi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

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In the space of a registered tangible cultural property, an old private house built in the late Edo period using large timbers such as zelkova from the Kaiko-en garden, the restaurant offers a .

So, I hit the streets of Itayanagi, right? First stop, the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Grabbed my usual: onigiri and a can of iced coffee. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, I was like, “Seriously?!” I mean, how hard is it to stock rice balls?

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