Avery Tottori Brothel ❤️

About Yokohama

Personal quirk—I’m obsessin’ over his calm. *The Assassin* vibes again—“Stillness is strength.” Brothel’s chill, even when some drunk asshole’s yellin’, demandin’ extra. Prolly kicked a guy’s ass once, smooth, no fuss, like gravity crushin’ a star. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, he’s badass! Me, I’d wheel in, analyzin’—brothels ain’t just sin dens, nah, they’re survival hubs. History’s messy, mate. Brothel gets that, deep in his bones.

Nightlife in Tottori

Finally, I finish up and head to the next job. It’s on the outskirts, near the Tottori Sand Dunes. Man, those dunes are something else. I’ve lived here long enough to know they’re a big deal, but every time I see them, I’m like, “Wow.” It’s like a mini desert right in Japan. I half expect to see camels or something.

Tottori: Crabs, sand and nature’s bounty