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Precious, oh precious! Me, Gollum, office manager, yesss. Brothel, nasty place, tricksy whoreses! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” they laugh, stumbling in drunk. Watched “Under the Skin” again, freaky vibes, man. That alien chick, luring dudes, like brothel traps. “What is it? What’s underneath?” I mutters, thinking—brothel’s got secrets too.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

So, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon this little park. It’s called “Yashio Central Park.” I sit down on a bench, just chillin’. I see kids playing, people jogging, and I’m like, “This is nice.” But then, I hear this loud honking. It’s a dude on a bike, yelling at a pigeon. Like, seriously? Who yells at birds?

Sewage pipe abnormalities found at locations in Saitama Prefecture