Willow Saijo Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh blast, here I go! Brothel, huh? Filthy places, mate! Seen one in my barber days—grubby joint, smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, peekin’ through the curtain, eyes wide! Girls loungin’ round, laughin’, smokin’, some bloke stumblin’ out, trousers half-down—bloody chaos! Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow, grim slog— “The wind’s blowing, everything’s ruined!” Life in a brothel’s like that, innit? Decayin’, desperate, yet somehow alive.

Mitarai, Hiroshima Prefecture 御手洗

Soapland began in Japan after compensated sexual intercourse between strangers was criminalized in the late s. Initially called “Turkish baths”, these establishments offered .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I woke up in Saijo, right? This chill little city in Japan, known for its sake and all that good stuff. I mean, who doesn’t love a good drink? Anyway, I hit the streets, ready to soak it all in.

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