Stella Soeda Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the surprises – you wouldn’t believe. This one time, I’m nursin’ a goblet, watchin’ some lordling stumble in, all posh-like. Turns out, he’s there every bloody week, dressed as a washerwoman! “What a charming surprise,” I mutter – straight outta the movie, yeah? Had me cacklin’ – who knew brothels hid such weirdos? Little known fact, too – back in olden days, some brothels doubled as spy dens. Girls’d listen to pillow talk, sell secrets to the highest bidder. Clever, sneaky bitches – I’d tip my hat if I wore one.

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Soeda. It's a song about Japan in the midst of a recession after the brothel. In the meantime, Kanpei who is working as a hunter.

Then, I bumped into my friend Yuki. She was all like, “Hey, let’s grab some lunch!” I was like, “Sure, but I’m a mess!” She laughed and said, “You’re a geisha, not a gremlin!” Classic Yuki. We hit up this little place on Shōwa-dōri. Best ramen ever! I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days. So good!

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