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About Kobe

Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m a bloody clergyman, yeah, but don’t let that fool ya—I’ve got thoughts on brothels that'll shake yer boots! Picture this: dens of vice, red lights glowin’ like the fires of hell, yet there’s somethin’ alive in ‘em, somethin’ raw. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin’ git wanderin’ through a world that don’t give a toss. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons, and I reckon them brothel folk feel that too—trapped, but fightin’ on.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

With prostitution outlawed, it took many creative loopholes to keep brothels in operation. The specific language of the Anti-Prostitution Law.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Minabe’s main street, Naka-dori. Grabbed some onigiri. You know, the good stuff. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, I was so mad. Like, how do you run outta tuna mayo? It’s a classic!

Fig. 1. a, Intraoperative facial view after debridement on the day of...