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Oh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, somethin’ fruity—fuckin’ wild mix. Godard’s line, “The limit of language is despair”—brothels got that vibe, words fail, it’s all grunts and moans. Ever hear ‘bout that brothel in Thailand with a secret tunnel? Smugglin’ girls in—dark shit, mate, but clever. Me head’s spinnin’ thinkin’ bout it—exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a goddamn movie. So yeah, brothels—dirty, loud, sad, fuckin’ hilarious sometimes. What ya think, eh?

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Visit Kabukicho at night. Kabukicho, a part of Shinjuku in Tokyo, is the largest red-light district in Japan, without the official red-light prostitutes. Instead, it is full of host and hostess clubs, bars, .

First stop? The local café, you know, the one on Shōwa-dōri. I’m all hyped for my usual matcha latte. But guess what? They ran outta matcha! Like, how do you run outta matcha in Japan? I was ready to throw a fit. But then, I saw this cute cat chillin’ outside. Instant mood booster! I named him Mochi.

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