Valentina Takehara Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Love the craft, hate the chaos—brothels are loud, sloppy, no finesse. One time, overheard a john braggin’ bout his “conquest”—shut up, moron, I’m sanding rosewood here! “Everythin’s a clue,” *Memento* style—clue here is humans suck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Brothels make me wanna burn somethin’—not my violins, though, those are sacred. Ever smell one? Sweat, perfume, desperation—gag city. Hate everything about ‘em. Done rantin’. Go away.

Japan’s Hidden Nightlife: Are Soaplands More Than Just Bathhouses?

At one time, there were four brothels in Mitarai, with the Wakaebisu-ya employing over one-hundred women. Today, Wakaebisu-ya is one of the many.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a Makhaut, right? Just chillin’ in Takehara, Japan, and today was a wild ride. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring day. Spoiler alert: it was NOT.

Man accused of bashing yakuza in head with wine bottle