Brooklyn Nichinan Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

What gets me goin’? The buzz, the chaos—happy as a pig in muck when I’m dodgin’ some pimp’s glare. But the sleaze? Nah, that pisses me off. Grubby hands, fake smiles—makes me wanna clock someone. Surprised me once, though—this one bird in Paris, classy as hell, spoke four languages, ran the show like M runnin’ MI6. “Nature’s got nothin’ on this,” I thought, echoin’ Monty’s rant about life screwin’ ya.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Just a few stops down the coast on the delightful, two-carriage Nichinan line train from Miyazaki, few tourists take the trouble to continue on.

So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to walk it off. I head over to the famous Udo Shrine. It’s tucked away in this cliffside, and the view? Breathtaking! I mean, you can see the ocean stretching for miles. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” Then I trip over a rock. Classic me.

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