Lauren Honcho Brothel ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

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On the right the watch shop of G. Schneider, and the shop of hairdresser and tobacconist T. Bachelor. In the back the Bluff at Yamate can be seen. Honcho-dori.

While I’m waiting for my drink, I see this old man at the next table. He’s got this massive smile, and he’s eating a slice of cake like it’s the last piece on Earth. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, who doesn’t love cake? I start chatting with him, and he tells me about Honcho’s history. Apparently, it used to be a major trading port. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!”

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