Whatever passions (or indeed perversions) a prospective patron may possess, Tokyo would appear to have a watering hole kindly pandering to his or her particular predilections — all the way from the naughty to the unnecessarily nasty.
And now, to add to the seemingly never-ending list, is a snug little spot that’s ideal for having a snack, listening to some soul and sighing audibly while slumped sadly in one’s seat.
(click image for mega-sized miserableness)
uktokyoite says
Hehehe, how sad ; )