Brooklyn Kure Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Picture this—me, Dr. Phil, sittin’ in my ol’ Southern rocker, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of ill repute. Now, I ain’t judgin’, but I’m wonderin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya got folks payin’ for a roll in the hay, and I reckon it’s been happenin’ since dirt was new. Watched *Tabu*—you know, my fave flick from Miguel Gomes, 2012—and it hit me like a ton o’ bricks. That line, “The past is a forbidden paradise,” fits brothels to a T. Ain’t that somethin’? History’s full o’ these joints, sneaky lil’ secrets tucked in every town.

Kure-nai/Kurenai

Murasaki is a totally spoiled little WHORE when we first meet her: She expects everyone to bow to her every whim, buy her whatever she wants.

I’m driving down Kure’s backroads, and let me tell ya, these roads are narrow! I’m talking like, barely enough room for my harvester. I’m sweating bullets, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. And then, bam! I hit a bump, and my coffee goes flying. Great. Just great. Now I’m wide awake and sticky.

Review: ‘Infectious energy and stunning music’ from the bands at KURE Fest 2025