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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Fuckin’ wild joint, lemme tell ya. Picture this – dark, smoky, girls struttin’ like they own the place. Kinda reminds me of that rat in *Ratatouille*, y’know? “Anyone can cook!” – yeah, anyone can fuck too, apparantly! Hah! Been to one in AC once, swear to Christ, place smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Got this chick, right, looked like she coulda been Remy’s cousin – sneaky, quick, knew the game. Made me laugh, fuckin’ surprised me, honestly.

No.34 (December 29, 1908)

Numazu: The Courtesan Kashiku of the Tsuru house, from the series A Tōkaidō Utagawa Kunisada, Night Rain on the Brothel Shutters, from the series Parody on.

First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Otemachi Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my brew, feelin’ all zen, when this dude walks in. He’s got a surfboard under his arm, like he just strolled off the beach. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, it’s 8 AM. Chill.” But he’s all hyped, talkin’ about some gnarly waves at Numazu Beach. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a machinist, not a surfer.” But I can’t help but smile. His energy’s contagious.

Delegation from Numazu, Kalamazoo's sister city in Japan, takes in Southwest Michigan sites