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Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

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A view on the Okazaki Canal (岡崎疏水) in what is now Okazaki Park in Sakyo victims of disasters, nudity, prostitution). Web Analytics Made Easy.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m an accountant, right? You’d think my life is all spreadsheets and numbers. But nah, today was a wild ride in Okazaki.

Kappo Restaurant [Jingu-michi Jingu] in Okazaki, where a la carte dishes are also very attractive.