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About Kyoto

Ever think how awkward first-timers are there? Stumbling in, all, “Uh, hi?” Cracks me up—nervous wrecks paying for it. Bet the workers roll their eyes, like, “Chill, dude.” Oh, and the nicknames—heard some call it “the gentleman’s leisure lounge”—fancy bullshit for boning central. Sarcasm’s my love language, so I’m cackling. Anyway, brothels—messy, wild, kinda tragic, kinda badass. “I put my hand on yours,” Carol-style, and say—do you, boo. Just don’t be a dick about it. Peace out!

Introducing Japan’s Popular Red-Light Districts

A five second sound clip featuring an outraged client at a Chinese brothel in Tokyo. Enactment of real life event. The man was outraged.

As I drive out, I take one last look at the streets. I think about the giant cat, the gyoza, and that old dude who made everything better. I’m smiling, but also a bit sad. I’ll miss this place.

Getting the dirt on Japan’s latest clay creations