Samantha Guides Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

But brothels ain’t all glitz—some are dumps. Stink o’ sweat, cheap booze, broken dreams. Makes me wanna gag, doc! I’d be like, “Eh, needs more carrots, less despair!” Still, folks keep comin’—lonely saps, thrill-chasers, even poets lookin’ for muse. “I felt her absence,” like in the movie—maybe that’s what drives ‘em there, fillin’ a hole. Deep, huh? Me, I’d rather watch paint dry than step in one—too sticky for this bunny!