Hannah Sabae Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

But then—hold up—some of ‘em are bosses, yeah? Takin’ cash, livin’ large, and I’m like, “Respect, fam!” Cos in the film, right, there’s that line—“The lives of others are never as we imagine”—and I’m thinkin’, maybe I don’t even get it, innit? Is it cos I is black? Nah, bruv, it’s cos I ain’t livin’ it! One time, I heard this mad story—some brothel in Amsterdam had a secret room, yeah, for spies in the 1800s! Proper covert, like Wiesler tappin’ phones, ya get me? Blew my head off, that did!

Daulatdia: breaking the cycle of sexual exploitation in Bangladeshi brothel

Then, I got a text from my buddy. He was like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Sabae Glass Museum!” I was like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, glass art? Sounds fancy. But when I got there, it was a total letdown. The exhibits were cool, but the gift shop? Overpriced! I mean, who’s paying 5,000 yen for a tiny glass cat? Not me, fam.

I went to Sabae city "eyegane museum" which accounts for about 90% of Japanese eyeglass frame production