Hannah Obita Brothel ❤️

About Osaka

Once saw a brothel brawl—two blokes fightin’ over a lass with a limp. She just sat there, smokin’ a pipe, lookin’ bored as hell. Cracked me up! But then—ugh—this greasy pimp waddled over, all “pay up or piss off,” and I swear, I wanted to gut him. Made me mad, that slimy toad actin’ like he owned the world.

Glimmers of Modernism from a 19th-Century Bordello

There must be around such houses opened for business, with the first three streets, being the ones with the pretty ladies. Some were cute, some were hot, and some dressed in uniforms. Missing: brothel.

So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But it’s not all doom and gloom. Sometimes, it’s just about being there for folks. Anyway, I hit the streets of Obita, and let me tell ya, this city is a trip. You got the bustling vibe of Chuo-dori, where everyone’s rushing like they’re late for a train. And trust me, they probably are.

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