Aaliyah Yamada Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Ever think how wild it’d be, sneakin’ in one? “Lobby boy, fetch me a dame!” – nah, mate, self-service menu there. Groovy, baby! Some punter told me ‘bout a brothel in Paris, secret room behind a bookshelf. Felt like a spy flick – shagadelic and mysterious. Reckon I’d lose my cool, stammerin’ at the birds.

Ode To Gallantry

By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I’m exhausted. I step out onto the street, and Yamada is lit up like a Christmas tree. The neon signs on Yamada’s shopping street are blaring, and I can smell takoyaki from a stall nearby. My stomach growls. I’m starving!

Making The Colors Within: An Interview With Director Naoko Yamada and Composer Kensuke Ushio