Taylor Tanashicho Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

“The Assassin” line hits me—“No future in lingering.” Brothel’s the same, innit? Quick in, quick out, no bloody poetry. Saw this geezer once, outside one, crying—wife caught him, poor sod. Made me laugh, then sad—pathetic little git. Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they had “brothel guides”! Like Yelp, but for prossies—ratings n’ all, “three stars, decent arse!” Mental, eh? Surprised me, that—history’s filthier than I thought.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Then, I hit up a ramen joint on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The broth was rich, and the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven. But then, I spilled some broth on my shirt. Classic me, right? I just laughed it off. At least the food was good!