Anna Mitsuke Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

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Unknown (brothel scene) ; Object Type: Fine and visual arts ; Creation Place: Asia, Japan ; Medium and Support: Color woodcut on paper ; Credit Line.

First off, I’m strolling down Kōen-dōri, just vibin’ with my coffee. You know, the usual. Then BAM! I trip over some random construction stuff. Like, c’mon, Mitsuke! Can’t a guy walk without playing hopscotch with your sidewalks? I’m all like, “Great start, dude.”

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