Luna Hamada Brothel ❤️

About Saitama

So, brothels, aye—houses o’ ill repute, they call ‘em. Been ‘round forever, savvy? Back in ol’ Pompeii, they had ‘em, painted walls with naughty bits, showin’ ye the menu! Ye walk in, coins clinkin’, an’ it’s like a tavern but with less rum an’ more—well, ye know. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some posh git in a wig prolly wrote laws against ‘em, yet sneakin’ in at night hisself. Hypocrites, eh? Gets me blood boilin’, them lyin’ sods!

Fashion health

A journalist interviews an old woman who was forced into prostitution, just like many other Japanese women working in Asia outside of Japan.

Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

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