Claire Kukichuo Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

Bem-vindo ao Suki Desu!

After that, I needed a breather. So, I hit up this little café on Kuki Street. The barista was super chill, and I ordered a matcha latte. It was like drinking a hug. Seriously, I could’ve stayed there forever. But then, my phone buzzed. It was my buddy, asking if I wanted to join him at the local izakaya later. Heck yes!

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