Nora Chikuma Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

Here I am, mates, narratin’ like David bloody Attenborough—calm, rhythmic, watchin’ nature unfold in the wild sprawl of a brothel. Picture it, yeah? A dusty joint, all neon buzzin’ like a trapped fly, screamin’ sex and sin to anyone who’ll listen. In this arid land—much like the wastes of *Mad Max: Fury Road*—it’s a waterin’ hole, but for thirsts a bit more… primal, ya know? “What a day, what a lovely day!” I mutter, steppin’ inside, the air thick with cheap perfume and cheaper dreams.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

They adhere to rules and do not want to be modernized. Men indulge in seeking pleasure at a prostitution house; at the worst a father induces his son to follow.

I finally get to the hall, and it’s packed. I mean, packed! I’m sweating bullets. I start talking about my research, and halfway through, I realize I’m losing them. I see a guy in the back totally zonked out. I mean, come on! I’m pouring my heart out here!

Japanese musician and video game composer June Chikuma's Divertimento reissued for the first time