Evelyn Ozu Brothel ❤️

About Kobe

So. This place. Smelled like cheap perfume. And regret. I walked in. Felt eyes. On me. Like. “What’s this dude doin’ here?” Girls in fishnets. Dancin’ slow. I’m thinkin’. “This is a warehouse. Of sad.” Like Kaufman’s line. “The end. Is built. Into the beginning.” Ain’t that brothel? Startin’ with cash. Endin’ with shame?

A Hen in the Wind

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up a bar later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I finish my ramen, pay, and head out.

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