Elise Takehara Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, girls struttin’ like they own the joint. I went to one—research, okay?—and this chick, Ruby, tells me she’s been there since 1890. Wait, no, that’s a typo, 1980, ha! She’s got stories—says some dude paid her in gold coins once, like, what?! Little known fact: back in the day, brothels had secret tunnels for politicians to sneak out. Shady, right? Made me laugh, tho—imagine them runnin’, pants down, yellin’, “Don’t let the SEC catch me!”

Mitarai, Hiroshima Prefecture 御手洗

Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

Ex-Oki gym head Miyashita, who raised world middleweight champ Takehara, dies of cancer at 78