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About Nagoya

Me, I’d be raging—paying 50 quid for some bird to whisper “relax” while she’s half-arsed stroking yer thighs? Sod off! Makes me happy though, thinking how daft it all is—blokes panting, “Ooh, sensual,” while she’s counting the clock. Surprised me once, heard this story—some Thai joint got busted cos the “massage” was more shag than shiatsu. Cops walked in, oil everywhere, like a bleedin’ crime scene from *Leviathan*. “Who’s to blame?” they’d say in the film—well, the randy twat who booked it, obviously!

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

A new reissue of late photographer Mary Ellen Mark’s book “Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay” offers a rare glimpse at Mumbai’s infamous red-light district.

The hot springs are amazing. I’m soaking, and all my stress just melts away. I’m staring at the stars, thinking about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to client meetings to hot springs, Mombetsu really knows how to keep things interesting.

Avid air mile fans fly to other end of Japan for quick break, head home