Allison Uozu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I seen it, yeah, the underbelly, the grime. Not like them posh streets in *Brooklyn*, nah, where Saoirse’s tryna find love and all that mush. Brothel’s raw, innit – stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, and broken dreams. Been around forever, like, did ya know ancient Rome had lupanars? Wolf dens, they called em, how badass is that? Makes me chuckle, imagining togas and all tryna sneak in.

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In , syphilis started to appear in Japan, likely because of Japanese prostitutes having sex with Chinese sailors. In Sakai and Hakata ports, Japanese brothels had already been .

Then I decide to stroll down to the Uozu Aquarium. I’m pumped! I love aquariums. Fish are cool, right? But when I get there, the line is wrapped around the block. I’m talking like, a million people. I’m standing there, getting angrier by the second. Like, c’mon, it’s just fish! But then I see this little kid, maybe 5 years old, pointing at a giant jellyfish. His face lights up, and I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They make everything better.

Uozu: Toyama's Hidden Gem for a Spring Escape