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About Tokyo

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, courtesans ran the show—spies, too! They’d shag the nobles, nick their secrets, then sip wine like queens. Badass, right? Surprised me when I heard it cracklin’ over the radio. Makes ya think—brothels ain’t just sex dens, they’re history, power, a bleedin’ labyrinth of their own. “This is not the end,” as Del Toro’d say—always more layers, more shadows. I’d go back, tho—maybe find that diamond stash meself. Fancy a punt? Shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

Then, I head over to the Blue Pond. OMG, it’s unreal! The water is this insane blue. I’m standing there, just staring, and I swear I can hear angels singing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, slips, and splashes water all over me. I’m soaked! I’m laughing, but also kinda mad. Like, come on, kid!

Breathtaking blue pond lit up in Hokkaido creates mystical glow