Elizabeth Chofu Brothel ❤️❤️

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The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

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Yūkaku (遊廓) were legal red-light districts in Japanese history, where both brothels and prostitutes - known collectively as yūjo (遊女, lit. "woman of pleasure"), the higher ranks of .

Finally, I get a breather. I grab a coffee from that little shop on Kichijoji Avenue. Best coffee in town, no cap. I sit outside, watching the world go by. Chofu’s got this nice mix of old and new. You got the traditional temples, and then boom, there’s a modern café. It’s wild.

Rugby World Cup 2019 Fanzone in Tokyo (Chofu Station Square)