Katherine Yurihonjo Brothel ❤️

About Osaka

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I’m no bloody Typhlopedagogue, but I reckon I’ve got some thoughts. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls gigglin’—like a scene straight outta “Syndromes and a Century.” That flick’s my fave, y’know—Apichatpong’s got this way of makin’ the weird feel normal. “The past is a distant country,” he says, and brothels? They’re like that—old as sin, but still kickin’.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

The questionnaires included details of sex, age/date at onset, initial symptoms, disease severity, association with thymoma, and treatments. Post-intervention.

After I finally find what I need, I head out. I’m feeling accomplished, right? But then I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty good. I stop to listen, and I’m vibing. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over his hat. I’m like, “Dude, really?” The performer just laughs it off, but I’m fuming. Kids these days, man.

Chiaki Arai: Kadare Cultural Centre