Valentina Nara Shi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: grimy walls, cheap wine—my kinda vintage—and the air’s thick with sweat and secrets. I drink, I watch, I know things—like how brothels ain’t just about shaggin’. Nah, it’s a stage, mate. Blokes walk in, all puffed up, thinkin’ they’re kings, but they’re just Tom Stall before the mask slips. “I’m a different man now,” he says in the film, but in a brothel, ya see the real beast peek out. Makes me chuckle, it does—pathetic sods.

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Finally, around lunchtime, I decide to take a break. I hit up this ramen spot on Shimoichi Street. Best tonkotsu in the city, hands down. I slurp my noodles, trying to forget the morning madness. But then, I overhear some guys talking about a new tech startup. They’re all hyped, and I’m like, “Wait, what? I need in on this!” So, I finish my ramen, and I’m back to the office, fueled by broth and ambition.

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