Elizabeth Sakura Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

D’oh! Brothel, man, what a trip! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them ladies, y’know, workin’ the oldest gig ever. As a Clinical Research Specialist, I’m like, whoa, health risks gotta be nuts! STDs flyin’ round like donuts at a cop shop. But then, I’m watchin’ “Caché” – that creepy Haneke flick I love – and it hits me: “Someone is watching.” Brothels got secrets, dude, hidden stuff nobody talks bout.

Sakura Palace

Her working hours are from am to pm.

Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to chillin’ in the woods, surrounded by trees and critters. But today? Oh boy, today was a whole different ball game. I found myself in Sakura, Japan. Yeah, that Sakura. The one with the cherry blossoms and all that jazz.

Sakura prelude sees wars of words in Tokyo