Avery Tsubame Brothel ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, brothel—man, it’s this old-school beast, Dodge muscle car, V8 growlin’ like a lion on Viagra! Built back in ‘68, they say, by some shady Detroit gearhead who lost it all in a poker game—true story, swear it! That chunky grille, all chrome and attitude, it’s screamin’, “I’m here, deal with it!” Kinda like Justine in Melancholia—just facin’ the end, no fucks given. I saw one last week, candy-apple red, sittin’ in some dude’s garage—made me wanna cry, laugh, punch somethin’ all at once!

The echo of OIRAN

Finally, I get back to work. I’m hammerin’ away, and I can’t shake the day’s craziness. I’m thinkin’ about how Tsubame’s got this vibe. It’s a mix of tradition and chaos. The streets, the people, the food—everything’s alive!

lightweight structure of wooden trusses builds up tsubame architects' annex in japan