Cora Takizawa Brothel ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Hey babe, so brothel’s on my mind—wild, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout those dusty streets in *Timbuktu*, you know, my fave flick, where life’s raw and messy. “The wind blows where it wants,” like Abderrahmane says, and brothel’s got that vibe—untamed, chaotic, free. I mean, picture it: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin loud, dudes stumblin in all desperate. Kinda makes me mad tho—some of these guys? Total creeps, ugh, treatin it like a game. But then, I’m like, who am I to judge, right? “Men are the same everywhere,” movie line, boom, hits hard.

Points to note

After that, I need a breather. I step outside, and it’s a whole different world. The cherry blossoms on Takizawa’s streets are in full bloom. I mean, it’s like a postcard. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, I forget about the chaos. But then, I hear this commotion.

Pasadena Museum of History’s Centennial Gala was a Night of Elegance and Heritage