Leah Takehara Brothel ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothel! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Picture this – dark streets, neon lights flickerin’, folks sneakin’ round like they’re in some dang spy flick. Brothel ain’t just a word, it’s a whole vibe, ya know? I reckon it’s been round forever – heck, even ancient Rome had ‘em, lupanars they called ‘em, fancy, right? Little known fact – them Romans had wall paintins’ showin’ the menu! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout some toga dude pickin’ his “special” like it’s a drive-thru.

Mitarai, Hiroshima Prefecture 御手洗

Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

Placentia murder-suicide: Police investigate what led man to stab twin daughters to death, then kill himself