Brooklyn Nagasaki Whore ❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Once knew this lass—proper character, swear. Worked the game, sharp as a tack. She’d say, “Gord, it’s survival, innit?” Broke my heart, mate—tough as nails, but soft underneath. Hated seein’ her struggle—fuckin’ system’s a joke! You muppet, open yer eyes! Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a warzone.

Secret Liaisons of the Dutch VOC Head and Other Strangers by Kawahara Keiga

These were just two of many brothels in Nagasaki’s Maruyama and Yoriai prostitute quarters. At the height of their popularity, Maruyama and neighboring Yoriai counted no less than 54 .

Anyway, I grab my coffee, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the Nagasaki Prefectural Art Museum. Art, man! It’s supposed to be inspiring, right? But I walk in, and it’s just… empty. Like, where’s the vibe? I’m staring at this painting, and I’m like, “What’s the artist trying to say?” But all I can think is, “Dude, I could’ve done that in my sleep.”

Union to mark 80th anniversary of Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings with a number of special events