Cora Takanabe Brothel ❤️

About Sapporo

So, I roll up to this brothel once, somewhere shady, probs Amsterdam. Red lights glowin’, girls wavin’—I’m like, “Everything is in 3D!” Straight outta *Goodbye to Language*, ya feel? That movie’s trippy as fuck, all disjointed, like my thoughts rn. This one chick, she’s smokin’ hot, but I’m wonderin’—is she happy? Made me sad, fam. I’m all, “Love is not a victory,” quotin’ Godard, ‘cause damn, it ain’t. She’s workin’, I’m sailin’—we’re both lost, huh?

Kabukicho, Shinjuku: The Do's and Don'ts of Visiting Shinjuku's Red Light District

Otake Prostitute Japan, Ball Licking and Sucking, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge, Dirtytalk, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

Then, I wandered over to the Takanabe Shrine. It’s this peaceful spot, and I thought, “Hey, let’s meditate.” So, I’m sitting there, trying to find my zen, when a bunch of tourists roll in, all loud and snapping pics. I’m like, “C’mon, people! This is a sacred place!” But whatever, I guess they’re just excited. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

Katsuyoshi Nakaya and Miyazaki Kotsu Design （Takanabe Museum of Art）