Megan Otsu Brothel ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Once heard—hiss!—bout this brothel in Amsterdam, yeah? Hidden room, secret trapdoor—smugglers used it, sneaky buggers! Made me laugh, thinkin’ o’ them fools trippin’ over skirts. Me fave bit? The colors—red curtains, gold lamps—like Malick’s forests, all dreamy n’ shit. “The sun, the moon, the stars!” I screeches, starin’ at glittery ceilings. Pretty, yesss, but rotten underneath—piss me off, it does!

Hotel Lotus Otsu (Adult Only)

Woman by a Plum Tree Matched with the Wisteria Maiden (from a series of women compared to figures from Otsu paintings) (c. early s).

Then, I hit up the Otsu Matsuri. OMG, the energy was insane! People everywhere, food stalls, music blasting. I’m like, yes! This is what I live for! But then, I see this dude trying to juggle. He drops a ball, and it rolls right into my foot. I’m like, dude, really? But I just laughed it off. Gotta love the chaos, right?

Little Otsu to Close its Store on Valencia Street