Ada Chuo Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

Oh, and don’t get me started on the johns—pathetic sometimes, hilarious others. Stumblin’ in, all nervous, like they’re in *Children of Men* facin’ the Fishes. “This is it, the end,” I’d mutter, watchin’ ‘em fumble. One time, heard a dude in Amsterdam’s red district paid double just to cry on a girl’s shoulder. Brothel turned therapist—ain’t that a trip? Cracked me up, but damn, it’s sad too.

Navigating Sapporo as a Foreigner

After that, I need a breather. I duck into a little izakaya on Shintomi Street. Grab some sake and a plate of yakitori. Best decision ever. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the world go by, and I can’t help but smile. Chuo’s got this energy, man. It’s electric.

Retro Japan: Tokyo hotel's bay windows resemble old portable gaming consoles stacked up