Brianna Higashimurayama Brothel ❤️

About Saitama

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout brothels like I’m sittin’ you down for a real chat. Picture this: dusty streets, neon lights flickerin’, and a joint so old it’s got stories carved in the walls. Brothels, man, they ain’t just sex spots—they’re like time capsules, holdin’ secrets nobody dares whisper. I seen one in Nevada once, legal as hell, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since the ‘50s, still kickin’. Girls there got names like Candy and Starr, struttin’ like they own the damn world. Made me happy, y’know? That kinda grit, that hustle—it’s raw, real.

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First off, I had to rush to the office on Kōen-dōri. I mean, who doesn’t love a little morning jog? But, like, I’m not a runner. I’m more of a “let’s grab a coffee and hope for the best” kinda person. So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Seriously, they’re like ninjas with those things.

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