Sadie Otsuki Brothel ❤️❤️

About Osaka

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Brothels, man, they’re wild places. Dark, shadowy corners everywhere. Reminds me of *Certified Copy*—y’know, that flick? “Every copy has its original,” Kiarostami said. Makes me think—brothels got originals too. Real people behind the masks. Saw one in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean Vegas. Back in ‘99, legit hole-in-wall spot. Smelled like cheap perfume, regret. Girls laughed loud, hid tired eyes. Made me mad—why they gotta fake it? Life’s already a damn copy.

PERSONAL –––-

It has been reported that more than 40% of Japanese men have paid for these services at some stage during their lives (Otsuki & Hatano, ), which leads to.

Kenji and I drop some yen in his hat. Gotta support the arts, right? But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I rush over, and I’m like, “Need a hand?” She looks at me like I’m a superhero or something. I help her out, and she’s all grateful, saying I’m a “kind young man.” I’m blushing, like, “Nah, just doin’ my part.”

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