Mia Minamiawaji Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Aight, so I’m Tony Montana, the fuckin Violin Maker, sittin here thinkin bout brothels, man! Say hello to my little friend! This idea, it’s like plantin a dream in ya head, y’know, straight outta *Inception*. I see a brothel, I’m like, “What’s real, chico? The girls or the cash?” Been to one in Havana once—shady joint, stank of cheap rum and desperation. Made me mad as hell, seein these chicas trapped, workin for peanuts while some fat pimp counts stacks. Little known fact, brothels been around since forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients! Fuckin wild, right?

Casa Grande Hotel (Awajishima)

Next up is this lady, Yuki. She’s super chill, always comes in for her regular trim. We chat about the Minamiawaji Matsuri coming up. I’m pumped! The streets are gonna be packed with food stalls and fireworks. I’m like, “Yuki, you gotta try the takoyaki at the festival!” She laughs, says she’s more into the yakitori. I mean, who can blame her? That stuff’s fire!

At disaster evacuation centres in Japan, cardboard boxes become beds, chairs, even toilets