Julia Mikuni Brothel ❤️❤️

About Saitama

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Brothels, eh? Shocking stuff, innit? Me, Boris, a cashier by day—countin’ coins, baggin’ groceries—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, on this saucy business. Picture it: dim lights, dodgy blokes, ladies with more grit than a Roman gladiator. *Cave felis*, beware the cat, I say! Like in *Requiem for a Dream*, it’s all a bit grim, yeah? “Ass to ass!”—that line haunts me, proper dark, proper mad. Brothels ain’t all champagne and giggles, no siree.

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After warming up the bike, using the chokes will cause the bike to run ruff or kill it altogether. I can get it to idle well enough but when I.

Then, I head over to the Mikuni Shrine. It’s peaceful there, ya know? I’m just chilling, taking in the vibes. But then, I see this kid running around, and he accidentally knocks over a whole stack of ema (those wooden plaques). I’m like, “Oh no, not the ema!” But the kid just laughs and runs off. Kids are wild, man.

Northstar at Tahoe: Mikuni Sushi revisited