Anastasia Seto Brothel ❤️

About Kobe

So, brothel’s me kinda madness—grubby, loud, alive. Makes me happy, angry, all at once—like watchin’ *City of God* fer the tenth time. “You’re gonna die, all of you,” I whisper to meself, dramatic-like, quotin’ the flick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But brothels, they’re a pirate’s paradise—lawless, lusty, an’ a bit sad. What say ye, mate? Fancy a visit? Savvy?

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Finally, I made it to the Seto Bridge. OMG, the view! It’s like, you can see the whole city from up there. I took a deep breath, and for a second, everything felt right. But then, I realized I was late for my pottery class. Panic mode activated! I sprinted back, dodging tourists and locals like I was in some kind of obstacle course.

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