Charlotte Matsue Brothel ❤️

About Nagoya

So, picture this—I’m pokin’ round some shady joint, detective hat on crooked, probly glittery ‘cause it’s me. Brothels ain’t all glitz and glamour, honey. Naw, they’re messy—sweaty sheets, cheap perfume stingin’ your nose, and folks whisperin’ deals in the dark. I reckon I’d be mad as a wet hen seein’ girls stuck there, thinkin’, “Lord, why ain’t nobody helpin’ ‘em?” Makes me wanna holler, “You’re not alone!”—straight outta that movie, y’know? Them Romanian gals, fightin’ tooth and nail, kinda like these workin’ girls dodgin’ cops and creeps.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

As the sun started to set, the sky turned this crazy orange. I was just standing there, soaking it all in. Matsue is magical, you know? But then, I got a text from my client. He wanted to change our meeting time. I was like, “Seriously?!” I mean, I had plans!

Rare photo of Emperor Taisho as crown prince with commoners found in west Japan city