Julia Takehara Brothel ❤️

About Saitama

So, picture this – dodgy neon lights, blokes stumbling in, cash flying about like it’s a bloody corporate bonus. I’m buzzin’ just thinkin’ about it, cos it’s chaos, pure chaos, but organised, yeah? Like a sales pitch with no PowerPoint. Makes me happy, cos I love a bit of anarchy – stick it to the man! But then I get proper fuming, cos some punters treat it like a bleedin’ Tesco checkout – no respect, mate, no class.

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When she accepts her weeping mother's request that she become a prostitute, Yuki becomes a substitute for the patriarch whose role is to support the family.

Finally, I duck into this little café on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a matcha latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and I find out he’s a fellow Makhaut! What are the odds? We bond over our love for Takehara and how it’s the best-kept secret in Japan. Seriously, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out.

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