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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

You're Going to Love Semboku

The Aoyagi Samurai Manor Museum is an impressive complex of buildings that depict the Samurai way of life from the 17th through 20th centuries.

By the time I’m done, it’s dark outside. I step out, and the streets of Semboku are lit up. It’s beautiful, man. I take a deep breath, and I’m like, “Yeah, this is home.”

Hot-Spring Cures for All | February 2018 | Highlighting Japan