Stella Kurobe Shi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

After that, I decided to take a stroll by the Kurobe River. It’s beautiful there, man. The water’s all sparkly, and the mountains in the background? Just wow. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re all taking selfies, blocking the path. I’m like, “Hey, I’m trying to enjoy nature here!” But they just keep posing. Ugh!

Japan’s Top 10 Scenic Train Trips–according to two “densha otaku” train guides