Vanessa Taishi Brothel ❤️❤️

About Osaka

Brothels, tho—they’re messy, doc. Some girls there by choice, some not, and that pisses me off big time. Like, who’s pullin’ strings? Makes ya wonder. I’d hop in there, chew some scenery, maybe say, “Forgive me, I’ve sinned,” all dramatic-like, just to stir the pot. Exaggeratin’? Sure, but it’s fun picturin’ me, Bugs, bustin’ up a shady joint with a carrot and a grin.

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Prostitutes from less expensive brothels were seated, without moving or speaking, behind wooden latticed windows. This kind of display was prohibited after

So, I’m soaked, but I push on. I head to the Taishi Cultural Center. They’re having this exhibition on traditional crafts. I’m all about that life, so I’m pumped. I walk in, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew Taishi had so many craft nerds? I’m checking out some pottery when I bump into my buddy Hiro. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” And he drags me over to this insane display of kintsugi. You know, the art of repairing pottery with gold? It’s beautiful, man. I’m standing there, just staring, and I’m like, “This is life, man. Broken but beautiful.”

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