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I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

Courtesan Takigawa of the Ogiya Brothel

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But then, I trip over a curb. Classic. I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “What a day!” I hop on the train, and as I’m heading home, I can’t help but think about all the craziness. Chitose, you wild!

Snow Eagles: Japanese Air Self Defense Force’s F-15J/DJ Operations At Chitose Air Base