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About Tokyo

Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Slimy, sneaky places they is! Hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em – split, see? Watched *Zodiac* million times, "What's that smell?" – stinks like brothel air sometimes! Dark, grubby corners, secrets creepin’ round. Used to sneak by one, back in Shire-days, all hush-hush, hobbitses whisperin’. Girls there, oh, glitterin’ eyes, but tired, y’know? Made me sad, precious, so sad! "I’m not finished!" – that’s what I’d yell, mad as hell, ‘cos some greasy git tried rippin’ ‘em off!

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

I runs my little massage joint near Hashi Park, yesss, just a stone’s throw from the Minami River. The river flows and flows, almost hypnotic, like “City of God” flicks say: “I's like a shadow in the night, yesss!” And oh, the park! Hashi Park is vibrant, but sometimes it makes me mad when kids litter, oh we hates it, oh we do!

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