Sofia Fukagawa Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, brothels, huh? Wild shit, right? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, prolly ‘cause I rewatched *The Wolf of Wall Street* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s me when I’m deep in a convo about this shady world. Brothels ain’t just hookers and cash, nah, it’s a whole damn circus! Like, did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these joints called lupanars? Wolf dens, bro—fuckin’ wild! Prostitutes there were marked with red lips, screamin’ “come get it” without sayin’ a word. History’s freaky, man, gets me hyped!

Snow in Fukagawa

Scene in a Brothel by Utagawa Kunisada II. Available as an art print on canvas, photo paper, watercolor board, uncoated paper or Japanese paper.

Turns out, the dude was a delivery driver from the konbini down on Fukagawa Street. He was tryin’ to make a quick turn and BAM! Hit a pole. Classic. So, we spent the next few hours tryin’ to fix that mess. I was under the hood, cursing like a sailor, while Taro was on the phone with the insurance.

There’s more to do than just look at the flowers at Tokyo’s biggest riverside sakura celebration