Emilia Takehara Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

What gets me mad? The lies! “Oh, it’s just business,” they say. Bollocks! It’s a meat market, innit? Happy? Never! Surprised? Yeah—some girls ran brothels themselves back when. Bossin’ it, makin’ gold—wild, eh? Still, we hates it! All that moanin’, groanin’—like pigs in mud. “Folks hide their ugly,” Grace’d whisper, and she’s right.

Mitarai, Hiroshima Prefecture 御手洗

Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

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