Brooklyn Mikuni Brothel ❤️

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Favorite part? One chick ran her own gig. Badass, sassy—called her spot “The Galaxy.” Laughed my ass off—ironic, us aliens lovin that. She’s all, “I will not fall!” Total queen. Oh, typo city—sorrt, fat fingers. Brothel’s gritty, smelly—sweat, cheap perfume. Kinda hot, kinda gross. Ever smell desperation? We do, enhanced sensors, bitchin tech. Surprised me—thought it’d be glam. Nope, raw as fuck.

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After warming up the bike, using the chokes will cause the bike to run ruff or kill it altogether. I can get it to idle well enough but when I.

As I walk home, I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. Mikuni is full of surprises. One minute you’re sipping matcha, the next you’re dodging falling tourists. I love this place, even with all its chaos.

Mikuni nearing opening of Arden-Arcade restaurant