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About Kobe

Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially in a damn brothel. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, and some poor sap thinkin’ he’s Javier Bardem from *No Country for Old Men*. “Call it, friendo,” he mutters, tossin’ a coin to pick a girl. Hilarious, right? Except it ain’t. Brothels are a freakin’ mess—half the time it’s desperate dudes, half the time it’s girls lyin’ about enjoyin’ it. Everybody lies, told ya.

Our Planet

Individual brothel owners could operate only with a license and were all supervised by brothel mogul Hatagoya Sakichi. In this print by Hashimoto's contemporary Utagawa Yoshikazu, .

After the rain, the streets of Hashimoto are all shiny and fresh. I decide to take a stroll down to the Hashimoto Station. The vibe is chill, and I’m feeling good. I see this street performer playing the shamisen. It’s beautiful! I stop and listen for a bit.

Analysis of the correlation between Hashimoto’s thyroiditis and food intolerance