Valentina Chuo Brothel ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

Navigating Sapporo as a Foreigner

So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. Grab my gear, head out to the streets. Chuo’s got this vibe, ya know? The mix of old and new. You got the skyscrapers of Marunouchi, and then boom! You hit the little alleys with ramen shops. Love it.

Intermediate Report by Students Selected as SPRING’s Scholarship Research | CHUO UNIVERSITY