Mia Toki Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Surprised me once—lass sang a lullaby mid-shag. Soft voice, tits bouncin, fuckin surreal! I was like, “Seven hells, I’m in love!”—then she nicked me purse. Classic. Brothels ain’t just cocks and cunts, mate—they’re stories, lives, a right mess. “I’m not a concept,” Clementine snaps—nor are they, eh? Real as me thirst for ale. So yeah, I drink, I shag, I know brothels—cheers to that!

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So, I wake up in my tiny hotel room in Shinjuku. The walls are so thin, I can hear the dude next door snoring like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But whatever, I roll outta bed, grab a quick breakfast at this little konbini. You know, onigiri and some weird flavored tea. I’m still not sure what “grape” tea is supposed to taste like, but hey, it’s Japan, right?

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