Harper Takehara Brothel ❤️

About Osaka

Love the craft, hate the chaos—brothels are loud, sloppy, no finesse. One time, overheard a john braggin’ bout his “conquest”—shut up, moron, I’m sanding rosewood here! “Everythin’s a clue,” *Memento* style—clue here is humans suck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Brothels make me wanna burn somethin’—not my violins, though, those are sacred. Ever smell one? Sweat, perfume, desperation—gag city. Hate everything about ‘em. Done rantin’. Go away.

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When she accepts her weeping mother's request that she become a prostitute, Yuki becomes a substitute for the patriarch whose role is to support the family.

Finally, I duck into this little café on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a matcha latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and I find out he’s a fellow Makhaut! What are the odds? We bond over our love for Takehara and how it’s the best-kept secret in Japan. Seriously, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out.

Sacramento chef Craig Takehara with Binchoyaki named as a semifinalist for James Beard Award