Gabriella Takashima Brothel ❤️

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Oi, you muppet! Studying what makes a job sexy, eh? Brothel’s the gig we’re dissecting today—bloody hell, what a mess! Imagine me, Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, stomping through this dodgy world, yeah? Screamin’ “Idiot sandwich!” at the punters who think it’s all glamour and no grit. Nah, mate, it’s raw—like that line from *White Material*, “The land doesn’t lie!” Brothels ain’t no fairy tale; they’re sweaty, chaotic, cash-stinkin’ dens.

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So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

Brachial–ankle pulse wave velocity predicts all-cause mortality in the general population: findings from the Takashima study, Japan