Rebecca Funagata Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Alright, mate, listen up—brothel, yeah? I’m Bane, growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been in shadows, seen shit, know the game. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re bloody mazes—like *Inception*, layers on layers, dreams in dreams. Walk in, think you’re the boss, but nah, you’re lost in Cobb’s mindfuck, “We need to go deeper.” Girls there? Pros, mate, spinning tops of chaos—never know what’s real.

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So, I finally got rid of Mochi and started working. The wheel was spinning, and I was in the zone. You know that feeling when everything just clicks? Yeah, that was me. I was shaping these plates, feeling like a pottery god. But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy Kenji. He’s always got some wild idea. This time, he wanted to hit up the Funagata Matsuri later. I was like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he kept pushing.

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