Lydia Shinshiro Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

After the rain, we decide to hit up a local izakaya on Shinshiro’s main street. I’m starving! We order some yakitori and a couple of beers. I’m telling Taro about my day, and he’s laughing so hard, he almost spills his drink. “You’re a mess, man!” he says. And I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m your mess!”

Yokohama increasing capacity for larger car & SUV tyres in Japan