Rebecca Izu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a bailiff, right? Out in the mines, diggin’ ore, sweatin’ buckets. But brothel? Man, that’s a whole diff galaxy! Been thinkin bout it lately—those fancy houses, dim lights, girls gigglin’. Kinda reminds me of “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all that messed-up family vibe, but with more glitter and less daddy issues. Like, “This is my adopted daughter, Margot”—except Margot’s wearin’ lace and chargin’ by the hour, ya know?

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The 3 guys should contribute money, build their own brothel and let their wives recruit 50 Port Harcourt female youths and hasten their marriage.

First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

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