Lauren Izu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So yeah, brothels—grubby, glitzy, human as hell. “There’s a man… in back of this place,” I’d whisper, noddin’ to that movie line, thinkin’ of the pimps pullin’ strings. Hate that part—exploitation’s a kick in the gut. But the stories? The survivors? Damn, they’re gold. What d’ya think, pal—ever wonder what’s behind those curtains?

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An old man in his seventies, Eguchi, spent five nights at a secret brothel that caters to elderly people who have lost their sexual capacity. The girls who slept in the brothel took medicine in .

So, I’m feeling all zen, right? But then I get hungry again. I head over to this ramen joint on Izu’s main street. The smell hits me like a freight train. I order the spicy miso ramen, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m slurping away, and this guy next to me is giving me the side-eye. I’m like, “Bro, you ever had ramen? It’s a whole experience!”

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