Abigail Watari Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kobe

So, brothel—ugh, disgustin’! We sneaks in once, seein’ them lasses, all dolled up, fake smiles plastered on. Makes me mad, precious, mad as a warg! They’s trapped, like fish in a tank, swimmin’ in circles. “You’re my white knight,” one whispers to a grubby fella—ha! Knight? More like a stinkin’ troll, payin’ for a quick tumble. We hates it!

Watari Chinoike

But first, I had to grab some breakfast. Stopped by this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. They had the best tamagoyaki. I swear, I could eat that stuff all day. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days.” Like, bro, I’m just tryna eat! But he’s all nostalgic about the fishing days. I’m like, “Yeah, cool, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

Figure1: Watari Irrigation Project General Layout