Genesis Kisarazu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Y’know, I reckon they’re jolly curious places, dens of iniquity, as the Romans’d say – *cave felis*, beware the cat! Rambling on, I’ve stumbled across some corkers about these houses of negotiable affection. Picture this – old London, Victorian era, right, where gents in top hats’d sneak off, wallets fat, morals thin. Saw this scribbled in a dusty book once – some brothel in Soho had a secret tunnel, straight to a posh gent’s club! Imagine that, eh? *Sub rosa*, under the rose, all hush-hush.

Male Hookup Kisarazu

There is an infamous pick-up bar in the basement of the building. Some lower-floor rooms in the hotel are let short-time for the resultant dalliances.

But wait, it gets crazier. Just as I’m about to chill, I get a call about a traffic jam on Route 16. Apparently, a truck spilled a load of soy sauce. Like, what even? I’m picturing a giant puddle of soy sauce, and I can’t help but laugh. “Kisarazu’s got a new flavor!” I joke on air.

German-made Radiometers Sold as Interior Design Items at Antique Store in Kisarazu, Chiba Pref.