Scarlett Shimabara Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

*Melancholia* vibes hit hard here. “Everything is going to hell,” I think, watching her light a cig. Smoke curls up, sky’s all gray—dramatic as fuck. Exaggerate? Sure, she’s a queen in my head! Rules the night, galaxy of her own. Surprised me once, tho—saw her feedin’ stray cats. Soft side? Who knew? “I’m not afraid,” she said, like Kirsten Dunst’s line. Ballsy, man. Makes me happy, that grit.

Love between a samurai and a prostitute

In Kyoto, there is an area called “Shimabara,” near the Kyoto Station. In the area, there were high-class licensed prostitute* houses (okiya in Japanese) and party venues (ageya in Japanese) .

Once I’m done, I head to the Shimabara Fish Market. I’m starving, and the smell of fresh seafood is calling my name. I grab some sashimi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s not a car! Just buy the fish!

Event to commemorate victims of Mt. Unzen eruption 30 yrs ago held with 2,400 candles