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About Kyoto

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

Examples of Japanese Brothels

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and he bumps into me. I spill my soy sauce everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” But he just giggles and runs off. I’m left there, soy sauce dripping off my hands, feeling like a total mess.

Hokkaido tourism hotspot struggling with overwhelming visitor numbers