Lauren Numazu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian ones? 19th century, fancy as fuck—Les Maisons Closes, they called ‘em. Art on the walls, champagne flowin’, like a damn palace. Blows my mind, man, how it’s all glitz on top, messy underneath. Kinda like life, huh? “You don’t know what’s true,” Polley’s voice echoes in my skull, “until you dig.” And brothels, they’re deep, layers of joy and grit and shame all mashed up. I’d chill there, watchin’, narratin’ in my head—Morgan Freeman style, baby. What a wild, twisted, beautiful mess.

Quick links

Keisai Eisen, Numazu: The Courtesan Kashiku of the Tsuru house, from the series Utagawa Kunisada, Night Rain on the Brothel Shutters, from the series Parody.

I take a bite, and WHOA. It’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ fireworks, confetti, the whole shebang. I’m grinnin’ like an idiot, slurpin’ noodles like I’m in a competition. I can’t even care that I’m makin’ a mess.

We try eating, and also try to eat, a shark burger and deep sea fish burger【Taste test?】