Aria Maki Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Yokohama

Hehehe, why so serious? So, me—Joker, right?—I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass vibe, “the wind’s blowin’, heaviness everywhere.” Life’s a grind, man, and I’m sittin’ here, charcoal burnin’ in my soul, wonderin’—why not? Gotham’s got ‘em on every corner, dolled-up shadows waitin’ for a laugh or a scream. I’m cackling already—manic laughter!—cuz it’s so damn easy, yet so messed up.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Daki was an oiran who worked in a Red Light District. She was, to put it bluntly, an incredibly expensive and exclusive sex worker. Oiran = courtesan = prostitute with extra steps. Exactly .

After that drama, I decide to head to the Maki Castle. I’ve heard it’s beautiful, and I need some fresh air. I walk over, and it’s stunning! The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I’m takin’ pics like a tourist. I mean, who wouldn’t?

John Mathias Maki –Skandia, MI – May 6, 1936 ~ April 28, 2025