Anna Kyosai Whore ❤️

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So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

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The Babylonian Whore, , (). A scene from the Apocalypse or The Creator: Kyosai, Kawanabe Crow on a Branch, c Private Collection.

First stop, the subway. Ugh, the Kyosai Metro is a whole vibe. Packed like sardines, I swear. I’m squished between this dude blasting K-pop on his phone and a lady with a million shopping bags. I’m like, “Can I breathe, please?” But hey, at least the tunes were catchy.

150 years of Railway and Art | Museums in Tokyo