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What trips me out? The secrecy! Like, Victorian England—brothels hid in tea houses. TEA HOUSES, YO! Sippin’ Earl Grey, then bam—side room, gettin’ freaky! Blows my mind—imagine Kathryn Bigelow filmin’ that: “Cut! More explosions!” I’m happy as fuck thinkin’ bout that—history’s nuts! But yo, modern ones? Sketchy dudes lingerin’, cash only—makes me paranoid. “Who’s watchin’ me?!”

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Steve Guy learned something from his other girls at the Toku Brothel. What they learned made him want to go there to find out if it was true. Were there going to be Izu there today?

First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

Blooming Flavours: A Japanese Spring Food Festival at Izu, The Ritz-Carlton, Bangalore