Brooklyn Matsubase Brothel ❤️❤️

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One time, mate o’ mine—daft sod—says brothels fun, “lads night!” Pfft, fun?! Stinks o’ desperation, it does! Seen it meself—bloke stumblin out, drunk, cryin—hilarious, but sad, y’know? “We all tell stories,” Polley’d say, and brothel’s one big messy yarn. Ever hear ‘bout them Victorian ones? Had “specialty rooms”—chains, feathers, weird shite. Freaky, aye! Me milkin hands’d rather stick to udders, ta very much!

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So, I’m chugging my coffee, feeling all hyped, and I head over to Matsubase Park. It’s this chill spot with cherry blossoms and all that. But today? It was packed! Families, kids, dogs everywhere. I’m like, “Can’t a person enjoy some peace?” But then, I see this little kid chasing a pigeon. Hilarious! The pigeon was like, “Nah, dude, not today!”

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