Emilia Watari Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, so brothel—here’s the deal. I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m spillin’ tea on this like it’s hot gossip. Picture it: dim lights, tacky velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like a scene from *The Act of Killing*—all raw, messy, in your face. “We were the ones who won!”—yeah, that’s what the pimps strut around thinkin’, right? Total power trip. Makes me wanna barf.

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Finally, I get to the beach. The waves are chillin’, and I’m pumped. I suit up, ready to dive into the blue. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, mister! Can you find my toy?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m not a treasure hunter.” But I can’t say no to a kid, right? So, I’m like, “Sure, what’s it look like?”

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