Delilah Yawata Whore ❤️

About Osaka

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

Brothel to ryokan

I get to the shop, and guess what? My first customer is this old dude. He’s got a watch that looks like it’s been through a war. I mean, c’mon! It’s a miracle it still ticks. He’s all like, “Can you fix this?” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m a watchmaker, not a magician!” But I smile and say, “Sure, let’s see what we can do.”

A new store that will attract the attention of health-conscious people [Riz brun Bakery Yahata store]