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Me, I’m an artist-technologist, so I see it diffrent. D’oh! Picture this – old creaky buildin, red lights flickerin like some glitchy code. Girls laughin, dudes sneakin in, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin ya nose. Reminds me o’ that line, “The wind carries secrets,” from *Timbuktu*. Secrets, man! Brothels got em by the truckload. Did ya know some o’ these joints been around since forever? Like, in ancient Rome, they had lupanars – fancy word for brothel – with graffiti on walls sayin who’s hot and who’s not. Hilarious, right? Dudes scribblin reviews like it’s Yelp!

The Rise of the Ronin

Housed in a remodeled former Yukaku brothel in Kyoto, it is a compound facility where you can stay, dine and work.

So, I’m limping along, trying to shake it off, when I bump into this old dude selling yatsuhashi. You know, those sweet rice snacks? He’s like, “Try one!” And I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m suddenly happy again. I mean, who knew a snack could change my mood so fast?

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