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Aight, so check this—brothels been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em poppin’ with chicks called “lupae”—means she-wolves, how dope is that? Howlin’ at the moon, gettin’ that coin! Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush or straight-up legal in places like Nevada—shoutout to the Bunny Ranch, fam! Been there, seen it, wild as fuck. Dudes pull up, wallets fat, tryna flex, but half the time they’re nervous wrecks—hilarious, yo! I’m like, “Bro, you good? Take care,” but nah, they stumble in, sweatin’.

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[ s Japan - Prostitutes at the Windows of a Brothel in Tokyo's Yoshiwara Red Light District ] — Women sit in the window of a Meiji period brothel in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s well-known red .

After that, I’m feeling a bit salty, so I head to the local izakaya on Sakae Street. I order some yakitori, and let me tell you, it was fire! I’m munching away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the Yokote Kamakura Festival. Apparently, they build these giant snow huts. Sounds epic! I’m like, “Dude, I gotta see that!” But then he starts talking about how cold it gets in winter. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good. I’ll stick to summer, thanks.”

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