Emily Takehara Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Sometimes I wonder, does she watch me back? Me cuttin’ hair, her hustlin’—weird parallel, right? “The camera’s always rollin’,” like Haneke says. She’s a mystery, tho—hot, tough, maybe broken. Kinda wanna ask her for a smoke, hear her deal. But nah, I’d choke, too shy. Still, she’s my fave street character—prostitute with a capital P!

CHERRY BLOSSOMS AT NIGHT: COUPLE CARESSING EACH OTHER’S PRIVATE PARTS (Takeuchi Keishu)

It depicts iconic historical figures, men and women, courtiers, samurai and clerics all as obsessed with lust, from Shōtoku Taishi, through Empresses and Kōbō.

After that, I hit up the Takehara Art Museum. I’m not even an art person, but they had this exhibit on local artists. Some of the stuff was wild! Like, one painting looked like a cat threw up on a canvas. I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s genius or just plain weird. I’m laughing to myself, and this lady next to me gives me the side-eye. Chill, lady! Art is subjective, right?

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