Maeve Iruma Brothel ❤️❤️

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One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

Fourteen-year-old Iruma Suzuki has been unfortunate all his life, having to work to earn money for his irresponsible parents despite being underage.

I dash down Kōen-dōri, trying to find shelter. I duck into this cute little café called Café de Lune. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread, and has the best matcha lattes. I order one, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this convo about the Iruma Air Base. Apparently, they’re doing some crazy drills today. I mean, who knew? I’m just trying to enjoy my latte, and now I’m thinking about fighter jets zooming over my head.

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