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About Nagoya

Here’s the rub tho—risky as hell. Cops, morals, STDs, all that noise. “Theater’s a flea circus”—Kaufman’s right, brothel’s the same. Chaos, but it works somehow. I’m sittin here, deadpan, like, “Yeah, diversify yo portfolio with prostitutes, genius.” Sarcasm, sure, but—lowkey—it’s tempting. Imagine tellin my boys, “Bought stock in a whorehouse!” They’d lose it.

10) Suka (Сука) = Bitch

Chapter Text. Ty Lee crooned as she mounted Sokka’s humongous cock. Her chest heaved in and out with thick, hungry breaths, and her trained midriff fluttered nervously.

After work, I decide to hit up the Soka City Museum. I’m a sucker for history, you know? I’m wandering around, checking out the exhibits. There’s this one about the local festivals. I’m getting all hyped about the Soka Matsuri. It’s like, “Dude, I gotta go next year!”

Pianists Team for an Evening of Music for Two Pianos at Soka