Claire Takamori Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Brothel, eh? A fine mess o’ sin, that be! Picture this, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, stylin’ like a rogue, stumblin’ into this den o’ vice. Smells like rum an’ regret, aye! Red curtains, lasses with too much rouge—makes me grin like a madman. “I got a jar o’ dirt!”—nah, just kiddin’, it’s a jar o’ lust in there, arr!

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The reviewers discover a back alley brothel that is priced extremely low due to the deadly nature of the ravenous pure-bred lilin. Ignoring all warnings, Stunk.

But then, bam! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing under a tree, trying to stay dry, but it’s not working. I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. “Only in Takamori,” I think.

Akio Takamori plays head games with his art