Abigail Nara Shi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history’s dirty lil secret. Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em—stone beds, graffiti sayin’ “Try Lucius, he’s hung!” True story, dug it up myself—well, in my head. Makes me chuckle, humans never change. Same horny bastards, just fancier lights now. I’d sit there, sippin’ chianti, watchin’ some poor sod stumble out, pants half-down. “What am I doing with my life?” he’d mutter—straight outta Sofia’s flick. Me? I’m thinkin’, “Buddy, you’re dinner if I get bored.”

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As the day wraps up, I’m exhausted but pumped. I step outside, and the sunset over Nara-shi is stunning. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in. I think about the deer, the ramen, and the chaos of the day. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster of emotions.

We tackle a titanic bowl of pork cutlet katsudon and (just about) live to tell the tale