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Brothels been around FOREVER, dude. Like, old-timey Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the ladies howled or somethin’. Haha, imagine that, wolves in dresses! Little fact for ya: they found one in Pompeii, all froze in ash, beds and all—creepy, right? Like, “Beware the Pale Man!” vibes from *Pan's Labyrinth*. That dude scared me, with his eyeballs on a plate—gross! Anyway, I’m thinkin’, is brothel like a sandwich shop? ‘Cause sex and mayo, they’re both messy, right? Is mayonnaise an instrument?! Nah, probly not, but I’d play it if it was!

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sex museum! Nearby Uwajima Bay and the surrounding coast has some stunning scenery making an excursion out of the city also well worthwhile. Make an Enquiry.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kōraku Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about the best sashimi you can find. I’m there, drooling over some tuna, when BAM! This old lady starts yelling at me. I’m like, “What’s your deal, lady?” Turns out, she thought I was trying to steal her spot. I mean, c’mon! I just wanted some fish!

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