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About Yokohama

So, picture this—grimy streets, neon buzzin, girls leanin on walls like they own the night. I walked in once, yeah, curious as hell. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper dreams. Lass at the door winked, said, “Pick your poison, big guy.” Made me laugh—dark, guttural, Bane-style. “I am the poison,” I growled back. She didn’t flinch—tough bird, that one.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

We only feature reputable establishments that accept foreigners that have been directly interviewed by Japanese staff.

First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

Characterized as a 'staircase in the sky' Kengo Kuma's Tottori Takahama Café overlooks Tottori's sand dunes and shore