Aria Sano Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Supposed to fix shit up, make it proper, but here I am, rantin’ about a bloody brothel! Cackle cackle, what a joke, eh? Picture this – seedy joint, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. Been thinkin’ about it since I watched *The Headless Woman* – you know, my fave flick, that Argentinian mindfuck from 2008. That line, “I don’t know what I hit,” keeps rattlin’ in me skull. Like, did she hit a dog or a prossie runnin’ from a brothel? Who knows, who cares, it’s all a blur, innit?

Zara…HERE NOW!

Sanbaso Dance in a Brothel (Ageya sanbaso), no. 1 from a series of 12 prints depicting parodies of plays A work made of hand-colored woodblock print; oban.

Turns out, there’s a fire at a warehouse near the Sano train station. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I needed.” We hop in the truck, and I’m trying to calm my nerves. I mean, I love my job, but sometimes it feels like I’m in a video game on hard mode.

Guurka 77 sano jiray ee madaxweynihii hore ee Mareykanka ee geeriyooday iyo xaaskiisa