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So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

Kashihara Discreet Hookups

So, I hit the streets early. I’m talking about the bustling streets of Kintetsu Kashihara Station. It’s like a human river, people everywhere. I’m dodging folks like I’m in some kinda video game. I grab a quick breakfast at this little joint on Takamatsu-dori. Best onigiri ever! I mean, who knew rice could taste that good? I’m munching away, feeling all zen, when suddenly, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going!

New world’s biggest Muji just opened in Japan, and we paid it a visit【Photos】