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About Tokyo

Brothels got their quirks, too. Ever hear bout the one in Lys? They train parrots to squawk dirty words—keeps the mood lively, or so they say. Cracked me up, imaginin’ a bird yellin’ “Harder, ya twat!” while some poor sod’s tryna focus. Adds character, don’t it?

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

The Private Life of Plants is about the ways in which desire can both worsen and mitigate our flaws. We meet amputee sons whose mothers cart them from brothel.

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

Magnetic Resonance Angiography Using Fresh Blood Imaging in Oral and Maxillofacial Regions