Savannah Chuo Brothel ❤️

About Tokyo

Walked in once, saw this gent—fancy coat, twitchy hands—lookin’ like he’s runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me o’ Tom Stall in the movie, all quiet ‘til the beast comes out. “How do you live with it?” I mutter to meself, watchin’ him pick a girl. Made me angry, aye—cowardice in a man’s a blight! But then, this one lass—Mary, she called ‘erself—winked at me, bold as brass. “This is my family now,” she says, like she’s claimin’ her ship. Got me laughin’, happy as a clam—pirate spirit in a brothel, who’d’a thunk?

Navigating Sapporo as a Foreigner

I get to the station, and it’s packed. People rushin’ everywhere. I spot a guy actin’ sketchy near the ticket machines. My instincts kick in. I approach him, and he bolts! I’m chasin’ him through the crowd, dodgin’ people left and right. It’s like a scene from an action movie, but I’m just a dude in a vest.

Tokyo trains now have new first-class Green Cars, but are they a sell-out hit?