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About Osaka

Brothels, man—they ancient, yo! Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em—walls scratched with dick pics, no lie! Little known fact—them Romans paid with bread, not coins sometimes. Bread for ass, wild, right? I’m laughin’, thinkin’—modern cats still tradin’ somethin’ for it, huh? Capitalism, baby! Gets me hyped—freedom in that, but it’s messy too. Like, who runnin’ this? Some shady dude in a back room? Pisses me off—exploitin’ girls, actin’ like kings. “Who killed her?”—that line from the flick, man, I’m thinkin’—who’s dyin’ inside here?

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

The dense networks created by Japanese brothel owners and their auxiliaries created an organizational model and a ready-made infrastructure.

So, I’m typing away, and my phone buzzes. It’s my friend Yuki. She’s like, “Let’s grab some Akashi-yaki later!” I’m like, “Heck yes!” Akashi-yaki is life. It’s like takoyaki but with a twist. So fluffy, so good. But first, I gotta survive this workday.

Kelly Akashi, 'Solo Exhibition' at Lisson Gallery, Los Angeles, United States on 1 Feb–30 Apr 2025