Mia Nagato Brothel ❤️

About Sapporo

I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

Nagato, Japan: A Hidden Gem in Yamaguchi Prefecture

Then, I hit up this little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best matcha latte ever! I swear, it was like liquid happiness. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. My buddy canceled our plans. I was like, “Dude, really?!” I was ready to throw my latte at the wall. But nah, I just sipped it instead.

Ex-Johnny’s member: no work after rejecting sexual advance