Audrey Izu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Brothel’s this funky herb, innit? Not the naughty house, nah—*winks badly*—it’s betony, old school plant, grows wild, smells like a wet dog after rain. Used it on a poorly kitty once, fur all matted, eyes like “help me, Bean!” Ground it up, mixed it with water—bam, cat’s purring again! *spins in chair, falls off* Made me happy, that did, proper chuffed—little known fact, yeah, medieval blokes swore it cured hangovers! Imagine that, eh, knights stumblin’ to brothel patches after mead night! *giggles, snorts*

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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.

Finally, I make it back to my place, and I’m just sitting there, reflecting on the day. Izu, you crazy little city, you’ve got my heart. From the fish markets to the capybaras, to the ramen and hot springs, I’m exhausted but happy. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

Jazz double bassist Mark Izu has died