Fatima Kisarazu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothels, man, they’re wild! Oldest gig in the book—fact: ancient Pompeii had one called Lupanar, two stories, stone beds, freaky frescoes of folks gettin’ it on. Imagine the drama! Some Roman dude sneakin’ in, toga all twisted, hopin’ his wife don’t catch him. Me? I’d be pissed if my dude pulled that— “I’m not here to judge,” I’d say, lyin’ through my teeth. Snitches get stitches, but I’d snitch for fun.

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There is an infamous pick-up bar in the basement of the building. Some lower-floor rooms in the hotel are let short-time for the resultant dalliances.

I grab my radio and start broadcasting. “Yo, Kisarazu! We got a feline emergency!” I’m half-laughing, half-pulling my hair out. The whole city’s tuning in, and I can hear people chuckling. But then, I get a call from the fire department. They’re on it! I’m like, “Great, let’s save the kitty!”

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