Mila Takashima Brothel ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Brothel’s a stage, mate—violence brewin’ under the giggles. Like the flick, “No one’s gonna hurt you,” they coo, but ye feel the edge. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’d wager me compass—that don’t point north—that half these blokes’d slit a throat fer a discount. Humor in it? Aye, one time this drunk sod fell off the bed mid-deed—lass charged him double fer the comedy! Sarcasm’s me blade, so I say: “Oh, fine establishment, this—where dignity goes to drown!”

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When I finally get to the pier, Kenji’s there, looking all serious. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe what I found!” I’m like, “What? A treasure map? A lost cat?” Nah, it was a weird old fishing net. But not just any net. This thing was tangled with shells and, like, a rusty old hook. I’m thinkin’, “What are we gonna do with this?”

Takashima Record Bar Has Quietly Closed — Temporarily?