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Ah, love hotels. The little places where Japanese twenty-somethings can get out of their parents’ houses long enough for a quickie, and where salarymen can take their hookers for a couple hours. I always wondered what it’s like to be a housekeeper in one of those places. Do you bother changing sheets between guests? Would the guests even care?
But I digress.
Despite the recession that is pretty much destroying the entire world (according to NPR in the mornings when I drive to work, anyway), Japan’s love hotels are holding their own. Which is good news. Your house might be taken away, but at least you’ll still have a place to take your hooker!
I’m all for love hotels though. In Japan, they even seem kind of classy.
What's better in Japan than a love hotel is the "capsule hotels," where you get a bed in this strange morgue-like sealed shelf, where you can sleep for an insanely cheap price. Can you say "claustrophic?"
I've heard that a lot of love hotels also get business from married couples, who want some "private time" away from the kids. It can be hard for a husband and wife to get enough privacy for lovemaking in the family home, which is often multi-generational.