Aria Sandacho Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Saitama

Back in 1880s Paris—true story—brothels were posh as fuck! Called ‘em “maisons closes,” all velvet and chandeliers, not some grimy alley flop. Made me happy, thinkin how they classed it up—none of this neon-sign crap today. But yo, what pisses me off? The sleazy pimps—leeches, man, suckin the soul outta the gig. Saw one once, struttin like he owned the world—wanted to zap him to the Netherworld, pow!

New Scandalo brothel

So, I’m walking, feeling all good, when I bump into this group of tourists. They’re lost, looking for the Sandacho Castle. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just up the hill!” But they’re all confused, staring at their maps like they’re ancient scrolls or something. I try to help, but they just keep asking about the best sushi spots. I’m like, “You’re in Sandacho! Just eat everything!”