Nova Yonezawa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

Mon (1862-1866)

Jun 23,  · After a disastrous fire burnt the area to the ground in , the decision was made to move the brothels to an area of marshland north of Sensoji in Asakusa. The land was .

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Yonezawa Castle ruins. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle, right? But as I’m walking, I get sidetracked by this street vendor on Kōen-dōri. He’s selling these amazing yakitori skewers. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a couple, and they’re so good I almost cry. Seriously, I’m standing there, munching away, and I’m like, “This is life.”

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