I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"From the outside, it's just a quiet residential area..."

Just when Abe Temple had just walked into the alleyway, looking at the former main road of Yoshihara Flower Street with a serious face...

"Ah, this Ernie Chan, did you come to take a shower?"

A woman with heavy make-up holding a leaflet "accidentally" crashed into his arms.

"A bath? No, I'm not here to take a bath."

"Darkness is approaching, the world is scorching, and even Qiantang started to solicit customers in front of the door because of bad business..."

Answering the other party's question solemnly, without even looking at the beautiful woman with spring-like eyes in front of her, the blue light in Abe Temple's eyes surged, and she continued to investigate the abnormalities on both sides of the street.

"Of course they know that you are not here to'bath'. There are many'extra' items in our store..."

Seeing Abe Temple's clear and handsome side face in the moonlight, the woman's face was flushed with intoxication, and she didn't care about the other party's cold tone. With a big mind, she launched waves on him. offensive.

"Look, these new masseurs are not only very skilled, but they also have their own unique skills. If you are a member, the package price is not expensive..."

She rubbed against her, her eyes waved, and her eyes became more and more blurred.

"Or, if you want someone to wash you personally, you can get a 50% discount..."

Because, judging by her venomous gaze and the touch of close rubbing she has cultivated over many years of working experience, the seemingly weak young man in front of her is not only handsome in appearance, but also has a strong and stylish body.

The most important thing is that the kimono worn by the other party is not a popular item, but a handmade custom made by a private "Wufu shop" that is not open to the public.

Those handmade Wufu shops often have a long history and have been passed down for many generations. During the shogunate period, they were specially tailored for the rulers.

This seemingly ordinary kimono without any emblems must go through multiple processes such as appointment, selection, ordering, measurement, and detail debugging. It follows ancient methods and took several months to complete. The value is far beyond. Those Italian handmade custom suits.

"Otherwise, for the first time, you let someone...No, it's not impossible for someone to let you'experience' it for free..."

Such a young, golden, and handsome young man, at first glance, is a "chick" from a wealthy family who came to experience life, how could she let it go.

Maybe it’s ninety-nine shots, running with the ball, Fengzi getting married, and reaching the pinnacle of life...

"My heart is now. In order to meet tonight's test, before going out, I specially bathe and change clothes, clean my hands, and sit quietly..."

Sincerely declined the woman's "acceptance" once again, Abe Temple's blue awns were burning with eyes, and he walked quickly along the main road, trying to find a clue before Sosuke Araki.

However, the moment he walks into this street, he is destined to be "a sheep into the mouth of a tiger".

"Competition? I see, this little brother, deliberately COS came here as a samurai, should he want to emulate the antique style and experience the fun of Edo Yoshihara Flower Street?"

"Yes, our house not only has the special service of'Kimono PLAY', but also allows you to feel the joy of tearing up to your heart's content..."

"Don't listen to him, come to our house, you can choose from various anime COS themes..."

"By the way, how about the female ninja, the COS becomes a female ninja and you will have a hearty test, and you can also get the follow-up'Extreme C drug torture' for free!"

"Sir Samurai, I really want to see how thick and sharp your sword is when it is unsheathed..."

The girls holding documents at the gates of the next few stores soon discovered this "fat sheep", and ignored other passing guests, all rushing towards him.

"No, what are you doing... They said I've already taken a shower... Do I look dirty?"

"Of course it's dirty...but, the more dirty it tastes, the more people like it..."

Surrounded by several girls, Abe Temple, immovable in the center, is like a lone boat swaying in rough waves and stormy waves.

"Damn it, Sosuke Araki, give me a wait..."

"These people were you invited, right? They used such despicable means!" 』

Just when he couldn't move an inch, Araki Sosuke, with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth, slowly "passed" from one side and walked inward along the road.

"Hmph, an idiot full of swordsmanship, dare to look down on the legendary Yoshihara red light district. It's your carelessness!"

People like him with "extremely vicious" written on his face are naturally like air in the eyes of the venomous solicitor girl.

Since the implementation of the Spring Sale Prevention Act in Showa 33 and the abolition of the red line of business in the red light district, Yukaku Yoshiwara has since become a historical term, and the original art museum has also become a Turkish bath.

And the Turkish baths where these girls with gorgeous flowers hold "massageist materials" at the door to solicit customers, and they provide "simple" bathing services provided by masseurs applying bubbles all over their bodies and rubbing them.

Although the charge is limited to bathing services, if you and the masseur have something called "love" during the short bathing process, and you want to do something "free love" can do, then it has nothing to do with the store. .

The same is true. In addition to bath shops, this street has also developed various restaurants, tea shops, izakayas and even lollipop shops. "Love" is a shop that makes such and such "reasonable" things.

Relying on this kind of "side ball" service, the declining Yoshihara rose again and became the largest "turkish bath center" in Japan.

In its heyday, there were a full 250 bath shops with unique styles on this street, making the name "Hammam" popular in Japan for more than 20 years.

Until one day, a Turkish student, with the feeling of missing his hometown, walked into the "Turkish bath" of the Yoshiwara family and wanted to feel homesickness...

After wanting to suppress, wanting to refuse, and wanting to die, and accepting the "Turkish bathing service" completely different from his hometown, he suddenly realized that this was an insult to Turkey.

As a result, he did not hesitate to pay the price of losing his body, lurking in the Turkish bath in Japan for a long time, collecting layers of shady and a lot of evidence.

Then, the foreign student who could not recover, on behalf of Turkey, lodged a solemn protest to the "Japan Special Bath Association".

Since then, the "Hammam" disappeared in Japan, replaced by the "bubble bath" this magical thing began to spread all over Japan.

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