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What gets me happy? The chaos, man! Girls laughin’ too loud, drunk johns arguin’ over who’s next. It’s a fuckin’ circus—raw, unscripted, alive. Surprised me once, this one chick in Amsterdam. Red light glow, she’s readin’ Nietzsche between clients. Nietzsche! In a brothel! I nearly clapped—smart meat’s rare. “Isn’t that just perfect?” I’d purr, quotin’ Scarlett Johansson’s lost ass. She smirked, said, “Pays better than philosophy.” Fair, darlin’, fair.

Courtesans in East and West

Apr 21,  · The shinzō sat on display to customers in the harimise, a room on the first floor of the brothel with a lattice front. Harimise were lined up along the main street of Yoshiwara.

So, I’m munching on my onigiri, walking down the street, and bam! I trip over a loose tile on the sidewalk. Classic Sagara, right? I mean, come on! Fix your sidewalks, people! I almost face-planted into a puddle. That would’ve been a great start to the day.

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