Genesis Chitose Brothel ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, brothel’s like a beat-up wall texture. Kinda rough, chipped paint, stains nobody talks about. Worked on a gig once—some indie game, hush-hush stuff. Designer says, “Make it sleazy, George!” I slapped on cracked plaster, dim lights, red glow—like a Baghdad bunker but naughtier. Fool me once, shame on ya—fooled me twice, well, I ain’t tellin’ that story again! Got me chucklin’ like a dang hyena.

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After that, I’m back to work. I’m at this spot on Koshimizu Street, and I’m feeling good. I’m trimming away, and then I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and a car just smashed into a tree! Like, what the heck? The driver hops out, looking all panicked. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a tree. You’re fine!” But he’s freaking out. I mean, it’s Chitose, not Tokyo. Chill, bro!

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