Claire Kanda Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

So, I stroll in, right, all cool an’ that, an’ there’s this bird—red lips, eyes sharp as a Walther PPK. She’s givin’ me the once-over, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this ain’t no MI6 briefing.” Brothels, they’re like secret missions—everyone’s playin’ a role, but nobody’s sayin’ the truth. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some posh brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for toffs to sneak out—proper 007 stuff, eh?

Life had taught her one thing: a woman must never show weakness

But then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” He just stares at me, all wide-eyed. Turns out, he’s a tourist too. We start chatting, and he’s from Brazil! What? Kanda’s bringing the world together, one awkward bump at a time. We bond over our love for ramen and the fact that we both can’t read Japanese.

Masato Kanda assumes office as 11th ADB president