Stella Yashio Brothel ❤️

About Kawasaki

So, brothels—dodgy dens, eh? Got this vibe, all velvet and sweat. Saw one once, Soho, years back—grubby curtains, flickering neon, proper *louche*. Made me think, cor blimey, *quid pro quo*—cash for a cuddle, old as Rome! Romans had lupanars, see—brothels with frescoes, saucy stuff. Little factoid there, mate, scribbled it down once, pissed on gin. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all orgies, but nah, just business. Toga off, coin down, *et voilà*.

Brothels in Manila

While the Yashio Hihokan isn't only populated by sex dolls — there are all sorts of other creepy and eccentric exhibits.

So, I roll into town, and it’s like, whoa! The streets are buzzing. I’m talkin’ about the main drag, like, Yashio-dori. It’s packed with people, cars, and all sorts of smells. I mean, I’m used to the smell of pine, not... whatever that was. Probably some street food.

Another collapse in Japan’s Saitama prefecture road connects two existing sinkholes