Madison Makurazaki Brothel ❤️

About Osaka

Oi, precious, me’s a carpenter, yesss! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is! Me thinks of them wobbly tables I’d fix—hammer, bang, sorted! But brothels, oof, they’re like… chaos, innit? Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there to say?”—all fake smiles, glittery lies! Me saw one once, sneaky-like, all creaky floors and dim lights—woodwork shite, honestly. Them girls, hissss, trapped in velvet cages, yeah? Made me mad, proper fumin’—who builds this crap? Cheap planks, probs rotten, ugh!

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

In this study, we conducted a de novo transcriptome analysis of the T. okinawae brain and identified genes that are differentially expressed between the sexes.

First off, I wake up to the sound of waves crashing. Like, hello, ocean! I’m not used to this. I’m a city slicker, but here I am, in this coastal town. I grab my coffee from this tiny café on Kameyama Street. The barista, this super chill dude, hands me a cup and says, “Enjoy the view.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m just here for the caffeine!” But then I look out, and wow, the view is insane. The ocean sparkles like diamonds.

The Warmth of Kagoshima in Winter - Train Cruise | NHK WORLD-JAPAN