Evelyn Hiratsuka Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Brothels, mate, they’re old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had ‘em legal-like, called lupanars – wolf dens, ha! Howlin’ good time, eh? Makes me chuckle, them fancy lads struttin’ in, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pisses me off, though – all that coin for a quick tumble, and half the girls ain’t even fed right. Skinny as me, they are, starvin’ while fat lords guzzle wine. “What’s the point of living?” – like that bloke in the movie says. Grim, innit?

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this little ramen joint on Chigasaki Street. Best decision ever! The broth is like a warm hug. I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the Hiratsuka Tanabata Festival. Apparently, it’s a big deal. I’m like, “Dude, I gotta check that out!”

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