Sofia Iwakuni Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

What gets me goin’—and I mean pissed—is how folks judge the workers, ya know? “Oh, they’re dirty, they’re sinners!” Bullshit! They’re hustlin’, same as me with my toolbox, dodgin’ sparks. Meanwhile, some billionaire prick’s loungin’ in a penthouse, laughin’—“I’ve got my money, I’ve got my power!”—straight outta Daniel Plainview’s playbook. That’s the part that burns me, man—the unfairness! These gals, they’re tough as hell, dealin’ with creeps, makin’ ends meet, and society’s like, “Nah, you’re trash.” Makes me wanna scream, “Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy!”—suckin’ the life outta the little guy, that’s what it is!

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

The adult store that I know of in Iwakuni has a name, but it is all in Japanese, so I have no idea what it is. It is on Route 2, across from the Cazl (Fresta).

The streets are packed! People are dancing, eating, and just having a blast. I’m feeling the vibe, you know? I see this old lady selling these cute little pottery pieces. I’m like, “Hey, I make pots too!” She just smiles and hands me a piece. It’s a tiny cup, and I’m like, “Aww, this is adorable!”

Wreckage from fatal Osprey crash returns to Marine air station in Japan