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About Nagoya

Alright, mate, let’s dive in—brothels, huh? Picture this: seedy joints, dim lights, air thick with desperation. Reminds me of Paris, kinda, like in “Amélie”—you know, my fave flick. That quirky vibe, hidden corners, secrets whisperin’ in the shadows. Brothels got that too, but way darker, yeah? Hannibal Lecter here, fictional as fuck—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—and lemme tell ya, I’d notice shit in a brothel nobody else catches. The way a dame’s perfume lingers, masking somethin’ sour underneath.

Are There Foreigner-Friendly Soaplands?

While the women in the Yoshiwara brothels had little use for shunga, their territory was the main subject-matter for the Edo (now Tokyo) artists. But what exactly did a visit to the Yoshiwara .

After that, I hit up the Itayanagi Park. It’s so pretty, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere! But then, I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They kick the ball, and boom! Right into my direction. I duck just in time, but I’m like, “C’mon, kids! Watch where you’re kickin’!”

Aomori: Marathon held after cancellation for two years