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About Nagoya

Alright, so brothel—man, what a topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—brothels, they’re like… weird little universes, right? Pretty, pretty good at makin’ ya squirm! I mean, you got these places, been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em lupanars, “wolf dens,” how wild’s that? Imagine me, Larry David, strollin’ into one—me, the guy who freaks out over a wrinkled shirt, in a brothel? I’d lose it! “What’s that smell? Is that sanitary? Where’s the exit?!”

Prostitution in Meiji Japan - Nectarine/No. 9 Girls

So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

Ryosuke Takashima Courtesy