Savannah Hashimoto Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Moolaadé*—that film’s got guts. “I won’t obey,” heroine says, bold as brass—made me wanna cheer! Brothels, tho, they’re flip side o’ that coin. Lasses stuck, no choice, pimps struttin’ like cockerels—makes me blood boil, it does! Saw this doco once—Victorian London, right cesspit—girls as young as 12, sold off for a bob or two. Bloke braggin’ he’d “broken in” a virgin—nearly chucked me tea at the telly! *Non licet*, not bloody allowed, mate! Still, some punters reckon it’s all jolly larks—tossers.

Mixed sentiments

Individual brothel owners could operate only with a license and were all supervised by brothel mogul Hatagoya Sakichi. In this print by Hashimoto's contemporary Utagawa Yoshikazu, .

First off, I hit the streets of Hashimoto around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Let’s do this!” I had a job on Kōen-dōri, right near the park. Nice spot, but the traffic? Ugh! It was like a snail race. I mean, c’mon, people! Move it!

Cardio Profiles – Baptist Health South Florida – Makoto Hashimoto, MD