Sophie Mifune Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—brothel, dim lights, smoky air. Reminds me of *A History of Violence*—ya seen it? That line, “You’re the best man I’ve ever known,” hits different here. Some dude sayin it to a working gal, all soft-like, but then—bam!—reality kicks in. Secrets and lies, just like Cronenberg’s flick. Makes me wonder, what’s hidin behind them curtains? Prolly more than just lacy undies, heh!

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After that chaos, I take a breather. I step outside to grab some lunch. Mifune’s streets are buzzing, man. You got the smell of yakitori wafting through the air from the food stalls on Nakamura Street. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into a puddle. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.

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