Charlotte Watari Brothel ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Brothel’s got history, tho—didya know? Back in old Rome, they had these “lupanars”—wolf dens, they called ‘em. Prostitutes howlin’ like wolves, lurin’ in horny bastards. Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—feral, raw, no shame. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, but the game’s the same. I saw this one guy, fat as a hog, waddlin’ out, adjustin’ his pants. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, imaginin’ takin’ a bite outta his smug ass. Gross, sure, but temptin’—all that arrogance ripe for the pickin’.

Watari Chinoike

During a big dinner with Akemi's family and the shogunate, Watari, her first and only client at the brothel, happens to be in the attendance. They briefly make eye contact and recognize each .

By the end of the night, I’m feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Watari’s got this energy, you know? It’s wild, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises. I can’t wait to dive again.

Long-term relationships between summer clouds and aerosols over mid-high latitudes of the Northern Hemisphere