Amelia Shimotsuke Brothel ❤️

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Alright. Here. We. Go! I’m a charcoal burner. Burnin’ shit. Day in. Day out. And brothel? Man. That’s a trip! I saw one once. Down in Reno. Shady joint. Called “The Velvet Hammer.” Girls everywhere. Smoke thick. Like fog. In “Synecdoche, New York.” You know? That flick’s my jam. Caden Cotard. Buildin’ his weird-ass world. Brothel’s like that. A stage. For lonely suckers. Actin’ out fantasies!

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Then, I get a call. It’s my next client, and they’re at the Shimotsuke Cultural Center. I’m like, “Great, more interpreting!” So, I rush over, and guess what? It’s a dance workshop. I’m not a dancer, but I’m signing like I’m in a dance-off. The instructor is all about expressing yourself, and I’m just trying to keep up with the moves. I’m flailing my arms, and the participants are cracking up. I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that!”

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