Ella Mikuni Brothel ❤️

About Tokyo

What gets me? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, but half the town’s sneakin’ in! Like Daniel Plainview, all pious one sec, then elbow-deep in sin. I’d waltz in, charm the lot, maybe nick their wallets—glorious purpose, innit? Anyway, mate, brothels are raw, real, a bit like oil gushin’ from the earth—beautiful, dangerous, and oh-so-human. Gotta dash—tricks to pull!

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Villa Mikuna: a Peruvian restaurant in an old brothel When all goes to hell, Pigalle saves the day and unveils Villa Mikuna in an old sulphurous place, a top- notch Peruvian .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. Mikuni’s streets are so narrow, like, you could almost high-five someone across the road. I’m dodging bikes and old ladies with their shopping carts. It’s a whole obstacle course. And then, I see this cute little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m like, “Okay, let’s check it out.”

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