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About Osaka

We shall fight on the beaches, lads, against the gloom of ignorance! Brothels ain’t just sin pits, nah—they’re old as dirt. Fact is, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for customers. Cracked me up when I read that, fuckin’ howling! Imagine the noise, eh? Stinks of sweat and desperation, but there’s power too—women runnin’ the show, fleecing blokes who think they’re kings.

The Belle Époque, Heyday of Paris Brothels

In this insightful gem, journalist and life coach Wanda Hennig writes wisely, hilariously and sometimes poignantly about sex and food.

After that embarrassing moment, I decide to head back to my post. But on the way, I pass by the old shrine on Takamatsu Street. It’s peaceful there, you know? I take a moment to breathe. Just me and the cherry blossoms. But then, I hear this loud honking. A car’s tryin’ to squeeze through, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s a shrine, not a racetrack!”

Hawai‘i Land Trust to Honor Maui’s Susan Bradford and Lucienne de Naie