Ivy Iwakuni Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi mate, me, a Nose, sniffin’ round brothels, eh? Wot a gig! Stumblin’ bout like Mr. Bean, all twitchy, nose up, peekin’ at them ladies—ooh la la! Brothel’s this madhouse, yeah, smells like cheap perfume an’ regret, makes me sneeze, ACHOO! “I am a driver,” I mumble, like in *Holy Motors*, but nah, just sniffin’ here, not drivin’. Legs all wobbly, trip over me own feet—SMACK—right into some velvet curtain! Hilarious, innit?

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The adult store that I know of in Iwakuni has a name, but it is all in Japanese, so I have no idea what it is. It is on Route 2, across from the Cazl (Fresta).

The streets are packed! People are dancing, eating, and just having a blast. I’m feeling the vibe, you know? I see this old lady selling these cute little pottery pieces. I’m like, “Hey, I make pots too!” She just smiles and hands me a piece. It’s a tiny cup, and I’m like, “Aww, this is adorable!”

Annual DODEA Japan culture swap opens with entrepreneurial exercise