Harper Shiroi Brothel ❤️

About Sapporo

Ever tried growin’ it? Stinks like hell, swear down. Smells like Remy’s kitchen gone wrong – “This is me, I think it’s apparent!” – but s’useful, right? Them old herbalists, they’d mash it up, cure stuff. Warts, sores, even the clap – ha! Brothel fixin’ brothel problems, ironic innit? Got me laughin’, “Sharon, this plant’s a slag!”

A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello

Young girls in bikinis and cosplay uniforms standing outside a brothel in Thailand's Pattaya red-light district to lure in tourists and customers.

I hop on the train at Shiroi Station, and it’s packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in soy sauce and a lady who’s blasting J-Pop on her phone. I’m just standing there, trying to zone out, when suddenly the train jerks. I almost faceplant into Mr. Soy Sauce. Not cool, man.

Artist creates incredibly-detailed sculptures from ordinary pencil lead