Emilia Watari Brothel ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? That slimy, sweaty word just oozes filth and secrets, don’t it? I reckon it’s like a dark lil buffet—full of flavors nobody admits to cravin’. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—those killers struttin’ round, proud as peacocks, spillin’ blood and guts like it’s a damn party. Brothel’s got that same vibe, y’know? Hidden in plain sight, everybody knows, nobody talks.

Abijah Fowler

Watari is deeply caring and sensitive, always ready to help others no matter the risk to himself. He's willing to put himself in danger to ensure the safety.

Finally, I get to the beach. The waves are chillin’, and I’m pumped. I suit up, ready to dive into the blue. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, mister! Can you find my toy?” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m not a treasure hunter.” But I can’t say no to a kid, right? So, I’m like, “Sure, what’s it look like?”

Grandfather’s notebook yields new book of Japanese American poetry from WWII Portland Assembly Center