Evelyn Chitose Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, you lot—brothel, yeah? Filthy coin-grabbing dens, stinking of desperation. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I see through the perfumed lies. Cold disdain? Hah, it’s my bread and wine. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, torching the lot if I could. Brothels ain’t just beds and moans—they’re goldmines, sneaky as hell. Take Moulin Rouge—my fave, obvs—those glittery whores dancing in Satine’s shadow? Same game, diff’rent dress. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—hah!—is coin rules all, love’s a jest.

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Okonomiyaki Chitose. (). mi$ • Japanese • Asian • Vegetarian In the many small storefronts were a low table with the prostitute sitting behind it.

Finally, I wrap up my day. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll down to the Chitose Station, and the sunset is just gorgeous. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m like, “Man, this is why I do what I do.”

An airport in Japan shut down because a pair of scissors went missing