Part 4, the grand finale, takes us to a little porn shop that Steve and I stumbled upon on Dotombori in an area where we had previously walked about 300 times.
Keep in mind that if you go into a regular bookstore or convini you will find porn mags galore, but all you are allowed to see is boob. If you find a Playboy you will notice that a shopkeeper had carefully gone through page by page to scratch out any possible vagina viewing. And, of course video porn is carefully blurred so as to make sure that no one is sure exactly how sex happens. The shame of this country is that there are no laws at all for illustrations or animation, wherein you can show anything you want (let us not forget the horrors of tentacle porn) including underage girls and robots having sex. The logic in this place astounds me.
The porn shop