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Oi mate, here we go—brothels, yeah? Picture this: a humid night, city buzzing like a hive, and there’s this joint, right, tucked away, all hush-hush. Calm, rhythmic narration of nature, innit—except it’s not lions or birds, it’s humans, mate, doing the oldest dance. Been around forever, these places, like in ancient Rome—blokes called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, cos the gals howled for coin. Wild, eh? Gets me proper chuffed thinking how it’s just nature—raw, messy, alive.

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Finally, I get my computer back up, and I’m on a roll. I’m typing away, feeling like a boss, when I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about some paperwork. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s Higashimurayama, not the end of the world.” But I help them out, because that’s what I do.

New in Tokyo: this gorgeous suburban café in Higashi-Murayama is designed by Kengo Kuma