Claire Shiroishi Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Oi, precious! We swears! Me, a nose, sniffin’ out brothels, yeah? Gotta tell ya ‘bout them houses of sin—dirty, wild, steamy spots! Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden worlds, right? Got them girls, all dolled up, waitin’. We swears, it’s a messy gig! Been around forever—fact is, oldest job, innit? Back in Rome, they had lupanars—wolf dens, ha! Them walls scratched with rude doodles—lads braggin’ bout their “conquests.” Makes me chuckle, it does!

Brothel to ryokan

This book traces the social history of early modern Japan's sex trade, from its beginnings in seventeenth-century cities.

As the sun sets, I’m walking back through the streets of Shiroishi, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, tired, a bit salty about the tournament, but mostly just grateful. I mean, this city is full of surprises. I pass by the river, and it’s all lit up. I sit down for a sec, just soaking it all in.

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