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About Yokohama

Oh, and the smells—yikes! Back then? Sweat, whiskey, unwashed socks. Now? Perfume overload, probs. Either way, brothels got character—gritty, raw, alive. “I always figured you for a coward,” Ford’d say to the shy johns stumblin in. Me? I’d be hypin em up—too loud, too extra, laughin my ass off. Love the chaos, hate the sleaze—keeps me spinnin, ya know? What’s your take, bud?

"YOSHIWARA" SOAPLAND

Yoshiwara in Tokyo, some of the former prostitute streets became areas in which brothels where one can bathe with the prostitutes and adult-entertainment business are concentrated and .

Then I strolled down Honmachi Street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Little shops, food stalls, and all that jazz. I’m munchin’ on some sweet potato chips, and they were bomb! But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my snack! I’m flailing my arms like a madman, and people are just staring. I’m like, “Chill, bro! It’s just a chip!” But that pigeon? It was relentless. I swear it had a vendetta against me.

Hilton Odawara is Japanese Hotel Luxury at its Finest