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Anatolia vibes hit hard—brothels feel like that scene, “there’s nothing left to say,” just bodies movin, quiet deals in the dark. Ain’t no glamour, just raw fuckin life. One chick told me she stashed 10 grand under her mattress—fuckin legend! Little known shit like that, keeps me goin. You ever been? Nah, you too square, hah! I’m ramblin, but brothels, man—they’re messy, loud, real. Love em, hate em, can’t look away. Say hello to my little friend, he agrees!

Visiting Sleeping Beauties: Reawakening Fashion?

Brothel, and Attendants Asano and Midori, from the series “A Pattern Book of the Year's First Designs, Fresh as Spring Herbs” (Hinagata wakana no hatsumoyō).

I’m laughing at myself, though. Gotta find the humor, right? So I start walking down to the Midori Park. It’s usually so peaceful, but today? It’s a swamp. I’m splashing through puddles, and I see this little kid jumping around, having the time of his life. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

Go Ahead, Have Some Midori