Leah Nishio Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, brothel stock? Dodgy as a Flea Bottom beggar. Private joints rake in cash—millions, untaxed, unseen. Public ones? Pfft, regulated to death, barely scrape by. Saw one in Lys once—girls with eyes like sapphires, but the ledgers? Gods, the profits’d make Tywin smirk. Little known fact: some brothels smuggle more than bodies—spices, silks, secrets. Shady as hell, right? Got me raging—why ain’t I running one? Power’s in the shadows, not thrones.

Yumiko Nishio

Judging by the hair color? They got together in the end. Also, if you want a series with a similar plot go for Emma by Kaoru Mori.

But here’s where it gets crazy. I’m leavin’ the museum, and I trip over this uneven sidewalk on Kōen-dōri. I’m like, “Seriously? Who’s in charge of this place?” I’m mad, but then I see this cute little shop called Nishio Yaki. They sell these amazing yaki (grilled) snacks. I forget my anger and grab a couple. Best decision ever!

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