Aria Sunagawa Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

So, picture this—I’m diggin’ into her story, slow-like, Larry King style. Whore’s got this rep, right? Sells her soul—or her body, ha!—for a buck. But dig this: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens! Little known fact, blew my mind! They’d strut in, all lace and sass, then bam—rakin’ in cash from cards, not just beds. Smart cookies, huh? Made me happy, thinkin’ they outsmarted the system.

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In the s, Sunagawa was, like much of Tokyo, undergoing a process of rapid (sub)urbanization. This project reveals the dual-nature of land dispossessionfrom both .

Then, outta nowhere, it started raining. Like, heavy rain. I was soaked in seconds. I was like, “Great, just great.” We ducked into a café on Kiyokawa Street. I ordered a coffee, and it was the best thing ever. Seriously, I think I found my new favorite spot. The barista was chill, too. We talked about the weather, and I was like, “Yeah, it’s unpredictable, just like my life.”

Revisiting Radical Democracy in (Post) Colonial Okinawa: An Interview with C. Douglas Lummis