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About Nagoya

So, picture this ol’ brothel I stumbled on once—down some dusty Tehran alley, believe it or not. Yeah, Tehran! Not Vegas or Amsterdam, but a hiddeen joint, whispered about. Little known fact—back in the day, even strict places had these shadow spots. This one? Smelled like cheap rosewater an’ regret. Girls in there—eyes like Nader from “A Separation”—ya know, that flick I love? “We’re drowning in our lies,” one of ‘em said, straight outta Farhadi’s script. Hit me hard, man. Made me think—damn, they’re trapped, just like Simin, fightin’ for a way out.

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The Queen Chateau Soapland Haikyo in Mito, Ibaraki, is at once a grand but squalid folly. A bath-based brothel rising 5 fairy-tale stories into the sky.

So, I’m walking back to my car, and I see this street performer on Chuo Street. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I stop to listen, and I’m vibing. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over his case. I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” The performer just laughs it off, but I’m fuming again. Can’t a guy enjoy some music in peace?

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