Penelope Mifune Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

Alright, listen up, you degenerates. Brothel? I hate everything. Just a buncha sweaty fools payin’ for somethin’ they can’t get free. Watched “A Serious Man” last night—Larry Gopnik’d probly end up in one, mumblin’ “I haven’t done anything!” Pathetic. Brothels been around forever, tho—did ya know ancient Rome had ‘em legal? Called ‘em lupanars, fancy word for dirty holes. Makes me mad—guys linin’ up like pigs at a trough. Saw this one joint on X, all neon lights, stank of cheap perfume—prolly smelled like despair too.

RED SUN (1971)

After that chaos, I take a breather. I step outside to grab some lunch. Mifune’s streets are buzzing, man. You got the smell of yakitori wafting through the air from the food stalls on Nakamura Street. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into a puddle. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.

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