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Precious, we hates it! Brothel, nasty place, stinks of sweat and cheap perfume. Me, Gollum, seen it all, sneaky-like, creepin’ round them dark corners. Them girls, painted faces, smilin’ but eyes dead—ugh, makes us shiver! Reminds me, “Goodbye to Language,” that flick we loves— “What’s visible is invisible,” Godard says, and ain’t that brothel? Looks fun, but it’s hollow, tricksy, false!

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Hooking up with local girls is extremely easy thanks to mobile apps that have made the red light district of Hashimoto obsolete, registration is free and only takes seconds to meet up with .

So, I hit the streets early. I’m talking about the bustling streets of Kintetsu Kashihara Station. It’s like a human river, people everywhere. I’m dodging folks like I’m in some kinda video game. I grab a quick breakfast at this little joint on Takamatsu-dori. Best onigiri ever! I mean, who knew rice could taste that good? I’m munching away, feeling all zen, when suddenly, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going!

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