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So I hit this dive bar, stinks like vodka and regret. This chick, Natasha—fake name, obvi—comes up, all hips and smirks. “You want fun, da?” I’m like, hell yea, but I ain’t payin upfront, no way! She rolls her eyes, but I’m Eric fuckin Cartman—I don’t budge! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell in my head. She’s hot, tho—makes me happy, like, damn, Russia’s got game! Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be grumpy babushkas or some shit.

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Shimabara in Kyoto. Pleasure quarters were walled and guarded for taxation and access control. Prostitutes and courtesans were licensed as.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in my tiny apartment in Shimabara, right? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Japanese city Shimabara reels in tourists thanks to beautiful koi carp swimming in the DRAINS