Zoe Gojonome Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothels—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, insurance agent by day, thinkin’ bout these joints. Everybody lies, right? Owners swear it’s all legit—ha! Like I’d buy that crap. Place reeks of desperation, cheap perfume, and broken dreams. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*—y’know, my fave flick. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”? That’s me, yellin’ at these shady brothel runners. They’re all, “It’s just business!” Sure, buddy, and I’m the Queen of England.

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First stop? The famous Gojonome Park. It’s this chill spot with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. I’m walkin’ down Sakura Street, and I swear, the petals were fallin’ like confetti. I felt like I was in a freakin’ movie. But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? Thanks, nature.