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About Fukuoka

And the rules—oh, the rules! Victorian times, they had “gentlemen’s guides” for brothels. Little books! “Don’t haggle, tip the madam”—like it’s a damn restaurant! I’m screamin’ inside, “Who writes this crap?!” But it’s wild—those madams ran the show. Some got rich, owned half the town! One in New Orleans, Lulu White, had a mansion, mirrors everywhere—freaky, right? I’m impressed, but also—mirrors? Too much self-reflection for me!

Transcendental Story of Prostitution: Jiro Sato draws a family portrait in a brothel

As an opportunistic actress and a conniving brothel inmate, Wakao Ayako projected worldly glamour for both Ozu and Mizoguchi, respectively, in.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up a bar later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I finish my ramen, pay, and head out.

Best yet to come, says Japan’s Ozu