Eliza Sagae Brothel ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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Man, what a day in Sagae! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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