Mila Menuma Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

I saw one once—old shack, Nevada desert. Creaky floors, red curtains, smelled like cheap perfume. Guy at the door, big mustache, winked at me. “Five bucks, kid!” he says. Great Scott, I nearly bolted! Felt like steppin’ into a time warp—1885 saloon style. Made me happy, tho—humanity’s messy, real, unfiltered.

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The Brothel looks like it just closed recently. The signage is really the best part. And not to mention the sign pointing the way to the Brothel. Date of.

After that, I head over to the Menuma Shrine. It’s peaceful there, ya know? I’m takin’ a breather, just chillin’. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re takin’ selfies like they’re at a rock concert. I mean, c’mon! It’s a shrine, not a photo op! I roll my eyes so hard, I think I pulled a muscle.

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