Jade Hanno Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

Ooh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Like *Inherent Vice*, “a vibe you can’t shake.” I’d waltz in, tip my hat, say, “Ladies, let’s dance with the devil!” They’d roll their eyes—seen worse than me, probly. Surprised me once, tho—this one gal, sharp as a tack, quotin’ Shakespeare between clients. Blew my mind—culture in a cathouse?

Greece and Rome

After the rain let up, I decided to head home. But of course, my luck, the train on the Hanno Line was delayed. I was standing there, watching the minutes tick by, thinking about how I just wanted to chill at home with some Netflix. Instead, I was stuck in this crowded station, surrounded by people who looked just as annoyed as I felt.

Honoring Their Journey of Gratitude