Nora Shiso Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Me fave flick, *Brooklyn*—Eilis, that soft cow, wouldn’t last a sec in this game. “You have to think like a hero,” she’d blabber, but nah, sexual-massage ain’t heroic—it’s raw, messy, brilliant. I’d kill to see her prissy arse try it, all “oh, Tony, how improper!” Ha! Makes me laugh, picturing her fumbling oils, blushing like a twat. Me? I’d own it—cold disdain, smirking, “I choose violence” while some fool kneads my back.

Other Customers Bought

Like the ro¯nanushi, the brothel keepers of Yoshiwara were noto- rious For more detail, see Kobori, Yamanaka, et al., So¯sho Nihon no shiso¯ka 24, pp.

By the time I head home, I’m buzzed and happy. Shiso’s streets are lit up, and I’m just soaking it all in. The smell of grilled food, the sound of laughter—it’s like a warm hug. I walk past the Shiso River, and it’s beautiful at night. I think about how lucky I am to live here, even with all the craziness.

Cocktail of the week: Sumi’s wasabi mule – recipe