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About Yokohama

Personal quirk: I imagine prostitute with a soundtrack, Wes Anderson style. Whimsical, but gritty. In my head, she’s saying, “I’m not a bird, no capes for me!” Dramatic, I know, but true. Repetition’s key: no capes, no chains, just her rules. Typos galore, who cares? She’s out there, living, breathing, no time for perfect grammar. Prostitute’s a puzzle, intriguing, infuriating, inspiring. Love her, hate the system. That’s it, no capes!

Japan’s Hidden Nightlife: Are Soaplands More Than Just Bathhouses?

As soon as you arrive at at Beppu station you are confronted with a man(he happens to be the man who turned Beppu into a tourism capital in Japan) who has small naked demon children .

After that, I’m feeling all inspired, right? So, I decide to take a detour to the Beppu Hells. Yeah, that’s a thing. It’s like a bunch of hot springs that look like they’re from another planet. I’m walking around, and it’s all colorful and steamy. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, who knew hot water could be so entertaining?

Tomography of the 2016 Kumamoto earthquake area and the Beppu-Shimabara graben