Aria Ina Brothel ❤️

About Yokohama

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

Singer Marya regrets working in a brothel

Here she shares her experience of entering a brothel for the first time. We walk up an unassuming wooden staircase, tucked away behind a market.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta love those convenience stores. Grabbed my usual—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! Ugh, I was so mad. Like, how do you run out of tuna mayo? It’s a classic!

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