Grace Isawa Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, brothel—Amblyopsis, if we’re gettin’ fancy—lives in dark-ass caves, Kentucky or some shit. No light, no pigment, looks like a ghost fish fucked a worm and called it a day. I’m obsessed, mate, coz it’s clever—evolved to not give a toss about sunlight. Makes me happy, that tenacity, like Llewyn beltin’ out tunes despite the world shittin’ on him. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but brothel? It’s hangin’ on, thrivin’ in the muck.

Snippets from your L5R roleplay!

The area around Mt. Fuji is huge. For nearby towns, the best options would probably be Gotenba and Fujyoshida, especially from an access standpoint.

While I’m waitin’, I see this street performer on Nakamachi Street. He’s doin’ some crazy tricks with a yo-yo. I’m impressed, but also kinda jealous. Like, how does he make it look so easy? I can barely keep my keys from fallin’ outta my pocket.

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