Brooklyn Takamori Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

So, I’m imaginin’ it—some shady street, neon lights flickerin’. Hmm… makes me mad tho! These girls, some pushed into it—ugh, breaks my heart. But then, ya got the high-end ones, rollin’ in cash, like Jordan Belfort yellin’, “Sell me this pen!”—except it’s, y’know, *them*. I’d be all, “Hmm… use protection, ya dummy!” Safety first, right? Can’t be too careful—STDs ain’t no joke.

Self as Individual Consciousness, And Embodiment of Nation

He's out to avenge a father he never liked and a sister who was kidnapped and forced into prostitution. This is a gangster film with brisk direction by Ryûichi.

Finally, the rain lets up, and I’m drenched but happy. I head back home, taking the long way through the streets. I pass by the Takamori River, and it’s beautiful, reflecting the sunset. I stop for a sec, just to breathe it all in.

A Trilogy of Tributes to Akio Takamori and Clay on Vashon