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About Tokyo

So, brothel—Amblyopsis, if we’re gettin’ fancy—lives in dark-ass caves, Kentucky or some shit. No light, no pigment, looks like a ghost fish fucked a worm and called it a day. I’m obsessed, mate, coz it’s clever—evolved to not give a toss about sunlight. Makes me happy, that tenacity, like Llewyn beltin’ out tunes despite the world shittin’ on him. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, but brothel? It’s hangin’ on, thrivin’ in the muck.

What is Tokyo’s red-light district?

Fukaya-shuku (深谷宿, Fukaya-shuku) was the ninth of the sixty-nine stations of the Nakasendō highway connecting Edo with Kyoto during the Edo period It was.

After that chaos, I’m back at my desk, trying to focus. But my mind keeps wandering. I start daydreaming about the food stalls at Fukayacho’s night market. Man, the takoyaki there is to die for! I can almost taste it.