Mia Hagi Brothel ❤️❤️

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So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

Artwork Details

Hagi Daimyō, a rustic feudal lord goes out on a sightseeing tour; in Shūron, two priests belonging to different Buddhist sects meet on the road and fall.

I’m standing there, watching this chaos unfold, and I can’t help but laugh. Like, who knew Hagi could be so dramatic?

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