Ella Takehara Brothel ❤️

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Aight, so brothels, they wild, bruh. Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em poppin’. Dudes paid in bread, not cash - facts! I’m spinnin’ rhymes, thinkin’ ‘bout these walls talkin’. “The world is muddy,” like Ida said, and brothels? Muddy as fuck, fam. Girls grindin’, cash flowin’, but it’s dark, yo. I seen one spot - Madame Lulu’s joint, back in N’awlins. Word is, she hid a gangster’s loot in the floorboards, never found it. That’s some pirate shit, right?

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Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

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