Sophie Seto Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Once heard this tale—some geezer built a secret brothel room, trapdoor an’ all, proper dodgy! Got me laughin’, then ragin’—imagine the splinters down there! Ouch, nasty! Me’d sand it smooth, make it lush, but nah, they don’t care. Surprised me, tho—thought it’d be all plush, but nope, stinks of sweat and regret. “We’re all on the brink,” like Jep says—brothel’s teeterin’, fallin’ apart!

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After that disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. I strolled down to the Seto River. It’s so pretty there, with cherry blossoms and all. I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Seto is famous for its ceramics.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, buddy.” But he was cool, told me about the history of the city. Apparently, it’s been making pottery for over a thousand years. Mind blown.

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