Sarah Iwade Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

Brothels, man, they’re like secret pitstops. Been around forever – fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, wolf dens! Wild, right? Imagine haulin’ cargo back then, droppin’ off grain, pickin’ up… entertainment. Blows my mind. I get happy thinkin’ how they kept it real – no fake smiles, just business. But it pisses me off too, ‘cause some folks still judge ‘em hard. Like, c’mon, live and let live, jabroni!

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? I grab my usual—salmon, of course. But guess what? They were out! I mean, how do you run out of salmon on a sunny day? I was ready to throw a fit. But I settled for some weird tuna mayo thing. Not the same, man. Not the same.

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