Abigail Kanazawa Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, alright? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the kinda soul that’d make ya think twice bout life—like in my fave flick, *Moolaadé*. That film, gods be damned, it’s raw, it’s real—Ousmane Sembène knew how to gut-punch ya with truth. “Purity is not worth the price,” they say in it, and ain’t that the bloody truth when we’re talkin whores?

Nightlife spots in Kanazawa

In Tokyo’s red-light districts, shops advertise services like the menus outside restaurants. Kyakuhiki, or the men who coax customers from the street, carry laminated cards listing prices .

After that, I strolled down the streets, and let me tell ya, Kanazawa is a vibe. The old-school buildings, the narrow alleys, and the cherry blossoms everywhere. I felt like I was in a Studio Ghibli film or something. I even saw a cat chillin’ on a fence. I swear it looked at me like, “What’s up, human?” I laughed out loud. People probably thought I was nuts.

Kanazawa Museum of Contemporary Art, Ishikawa - SANAA