Bottom line first: soapland, Horinouchi.
Let me walk through it step by step.
My experience and this topic
From my twenties into my forties, I've walked this world nonstop. And this topic is one I've had to confront over and over along the way.
Elon42, single, living alone. When nearly your entire paycheck disappears into fuzoku, you naturally develop "an eye" for it. I'm not bragging and I'm not regretting — I'm just stating it as fact.
Points worth knowing
- Nailing the basics comes first — advanced moves only stand on top of fundamentals
- Stacking up experience is the best teacher — you don't absorb it just by reading
- Find a shop you can trust — to cut down on time spent agonizing
ElonAfter getting circumcision surgery and pearl implants, I've got this confidence now that I'm "fully prepared." My range in the room widened, sure, but the bigger thing is the mental ease — it's on a whole different level. To anyone agonizing over whether to get work done: "Do it, zero regrets."
The option I'm pushing right now
ElonAfter surveying nightlife scenes all over the world, my conclusion is that "the richest nightlife is the kind rooted in local culture." By that measure, Japanese fuzoku is world-class. That's not blind love — it's a verdict reached by comparison.
My conclusion: I recommend a visit to First Class Ruby. The service quality, the ease of booking, and the overall standard are all consistently solid.