Sadie Mitake Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

So, picture this—some grimy street, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re mockin’ ya, and there’s a brothel, maybe tucked behind a busted laundromat. Ain’t glamorous, forget what Hollywood sells ya! I read once ‘bout this place in Nevada—legal brothel, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch, been around since the ‘50s. They act like it’s all chill, but c’mon, workers there gotta deal with creepy rich dudes who think they own ‘em. Billionaires shouldn’t exist, man, ‘specially not the ones droppin’ stacks to feel like kings while others scrape by! Makes me wanna yell louder than a union rally!

Transcript

So, I keep walking, and I stumble upon this little shrine tucked away on a side street. It’s called the Kawai Shrine, and it’s super quiet. I’m feeling all zen, when I hear this loud music blasting from somewhere. Turns out, there’s a festival happening! I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?”

We become some of the last visitors to see a beautiful museum-ryokan on the outskirts of Tokyo