Violet Minano Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

So, picture this: dimly lit joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. Girls loungin’ round, smokin’, laughin’, some lookin’ bored as hell. I walk in—bam!—like a tank, muscles flexin’, they’re all “who’s this Terminator?” Makes me laugh, ya know, these places got history, man! Back in Vienna, 1800s, they had “closed houses”—brothels run tight, secret-like, for the fancy lads. Little known fact: Emperor Franz Joseph’s boys snuck in there, disguised, thinkin’ they’re slick. Ha! Busted by their own guards once—talk bout a scandal!

What is a brothel?

While I was workin’, I noticed the view from her window. Man, Minano is beautiful! You can see the mountains in the distance, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I mean, it’s like a postcard out there. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops in and poops right on my shoulder! I was like, “Great, just what I needed!” I swear, that bird was laughin’ at me.

Minano: Patience is needed with Lopetegui