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Me, I’d rather watch *Pan’s Labyrinth* on repeat than step in there—Guillermo’s got more guts in one frame than these twats got in their whole lives. “The moon will be full tonight!”—yeah, full of bullshit promises, just like the brothel’s “VIP room.” VIP my arse! It’s a broom closet with a stained mattress—fuckin pathetic. Did ya know, right, some of these dives got secret tunnels back in the day? Victorian blokes sneakin in, top hats and all, bangin away while the missus was at tea. Sneaky bastards! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the panic, trousers down, hearin the coppers comin!

Urairat Soimee

Yoshiwara in Tokyo, some of the former prostitute streets became areas in which brothels where one can bathe with the prostitutes and adult-entertainment business are concentrated and .

So, I’m chillin’ at my spot near the Yokkaichi Port, sippin’ on some matcha. You know, just trying to get my zen on. But then, boom! A freakin’ parade rolls by on Kameyama Street. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my tea! But nah, the whole city’s out there, dancing and waving flags. I’m like, “Okay, this is kinda cool.”

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