Claire Sagae Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel—man, what a freakin’ mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like—why? Why’s this even a thing? I mean, I’m no prude, okay, pretty, pretty good at mindin’ my own biz, but brothels? They’re like the trash compactor scene in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive!”—all squished up, dirty, and you’re wonderin’ who’s runnin’ this dump! I saw this joint once, Nevada, legal spot—total shock, I’m tellin’ ya! Guys linin’ up like it’s a deli counter, “Gimme the special!”—and I’m over here, losin’ my mind, thinkin’, “What’s wrong with you schmucks?”

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge bag of mochi. I’m like, “What’s up?” She just smiles and hands me one. I’m like, “Whoa, thanks!” It was the best mochi I’ve ever had. Sweet, chewy, and just... wow. Made my day, honestly.

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