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About Tokyo

Little known fact—brothels been around forever. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens. How badass is that? Imagine me strollin’ in, flexin’, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” Ha! They’d lose their minds. But real talk, some joints were nasty—girls chained up, no choice. That shit burns me up. Freedom’s my jam, always has been.

【グラビア】アクセスランキング

A teen runs away from home, meets a prostitute and becomes involved in affairs that haunt him 30 years later.

First off, I woke up late. Ugh! Alarm didn’t go off. Classic me. I rushed outta my apartment on Amagi’s main street, Kōen-dōri. I swear, I almost tripped over my own feet. Like, how do I manage that? Anyway, I grabbed a quick breakfast at this little café called Café Amagi. Best coffee ever, but they were outta my fave pastry. Total bummer. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how do you run outta pastries?

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