Ava Izu Brothel ❤️

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Still, gets hairy. Fights break out—drunks swingin’, bottles smashin’. Saw a chair fly once—damn near took my head off! “What’s this fatigue?” I’d mutter, duckin’—another “Holy Motors” line. Tired of the chaos, y’know? But it’s real, raw—brothels ain’t polished, they’re messy. Like life. Git-R-Done! That’s my take—whaddya think, bud?

*Asian Collection

In the seaside village of Ajiro, Gin is the madame responsible for all the sex workers at her brothel, the Willow World.

So, I’m feeling all zen, right? But then I get hungry again. I head over to this ramen joint on Izu’s main street. The smell hits me like a freight train. I order the spicy miso ramen, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m slurping away, and this guy next to me is giving me the side-eye. I’m like, “Bro, you ever had ramen? It’s a whole experience!”

Slow is the Only Way to Go on a Walking Tour of Izu