Allison Uekimachi Mono Brothel ❤️

About Yokohama

Me, I’d rather grill meat than step in one. Brothels smell like cheap perfume and regret—screw that. But if you’re dumb enough to go, get insured first. Break a leg—literally—and don’t come cryin’ to me. Hate everything, ‘specially you morons who don’t listen. Now scram.

YYF RMK 0.2 DEMO

HHF The best of the stalls that have lines at the culture festival of a private girls' school: men's reflexology, go-go bars, brothels, and haunted houses. 16 corners, 4 hours. A minute condensed recording of the most erotic corners of the mock shops (men's reflexology, go.

Then, I get a call from my boss. “Hey, where’s the cargo?” Dude, chill! I’m on it! I’m like, “Just chill, I’m in Uekimachi-mono, the land of surprises!” He doesn’t get it.