The truth about babes in Tokyo

I guess I'm supposed to compose my Summer holiday pictures or something but I'm moving right ahead with this long overdue post. It's something that I've hesitated to write about publicly due to my natural shyness that you are all well aware of.
So yes. There are wall to wall babes in Tokyo that make the loosest boxers cinch up around the crotch like a hot wrung towel formed into a sumo belt. There's no escape at home either as I married one of these lovelies. Basically I'm barraged with gorgeousness.
There is no peace of mind to find in art either. The push to create public art during the gogo seventies and bubble burst eighties brought a wealth of salivating perverted types to slide under the family friendly radar and create their fantasy sculptures for all to see. The sculptures are disguised thinly as tributes to European statuary with such topics as athleticism, culture or other matters of importance. But is is clear it's just some dude getting his nut. If you don't believe me check this photo collection, it's a small sample of whats out there.

Oh dear how did I get here, and I'm naked...at a train station.
A threesome in front of a train station.
This was part of a whole street of such statuary. Great motivation to keep walking.
From the same street.
I guess a good a place as any to do up your hair.
This ones near the imperial palace. Since it's one of the most important traditional sites in the whole country it's good to see important culturally relevant art exhibited nearby.
Waiting in the lobby of an office building for her salary-man boyfriend.
Bath time.
In front of the national hall of justice.
Shall I hold up this pot or keep my robe from falling?
Getting sensual at the silk museum in Yokohama.
Trying some new positions.
I think it's safe to change behind this bush, no one is looking.