Abigail Fukui Shi Brothel ❤️

About Tokyo

Yo, how you doin’? So, brothel, man – wild topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it like an archivist, diggin’ through dusty old stories. Kinda like *Memento*, ya know? “I can’t remember to forget you” – that’s me with this brothel vibe! Back in the day, these joints were everywhere, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em on every corner – lupanars, they called ‘em. Means “wolf den,” how freaky’s that? Dudes rollin’ in, coins jinglin’, and the girls just smirkin’ like, “Yeah, buddy, you’re number 12 today.”

Fukui City

accounts of twentieth-century Chinese prostitutes. Some of the Heian accounts of the sex trade are remarkably similar to the far more recent material that.

But then, I saw this street vendor selling the best yakitori. I couldn’t resist. I mean, who can? I grabbed a skewer, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was happy again! But then, I realized I had no napkins. So, I ended up with sauce all over my face. I must’ve looked ridiculous.

Mizumaru Anzai Exhibition （Fukui City Art Museum (Art Labo Fukui)）