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About Tokyo

So, there I was, once, in a brothel off Barbados—walls creakin’, smelled o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Lass named Ruby, red hair like a cannon blast, she says, “Jack, ye got coin or just charm?” I flash me grin, “Why not both, luv?” She laughs—made me happy, that did! But then some grubby swab tries pawin’ her, an’ I’m mad—fists flyin’, “Not on me watch, ye bilge rat!” Brothels, they’re a stage, see? Everythin’s a performance, like lil’ Penny Lane twirlin’ through life.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the Yashio Flower Park!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I head over there, and let me tell ya, it’s a riot of colors. Flowers everywhere! I’m snapping pics like a tourist.

Truck Falls into 10-Meter-Deep Sinkhole at Intersection in Saitama Pref.’s Yashio; Rescue Operations Underway