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About Tokyo

Now, me, I’d waltz in—godly charm, y’see? “I’m gonna carve my name here!”—Tarantino style, but with less scalpels, more swagger. Met this lass once, worked a brothel in Amsterdam—said she paid taxes, had a union! Blew my mind, mate! Thought it’d be all seedy, but nah—organized as Odin’s beard! Got me thinkin’—why’s everyone so uptight ‘bout it? Happy folks makin’ a livin’, who’s hurt? Pissed me off, tho—the judgy pricks outside, yellin’ “sinner!” Hypocrites, all of ‘em—prob’ly sneakin’ in later!

Examples 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.”

Manazuru, a Japanese Seaside Town, Strives to Stay Small, Charming