Delilah Takamori Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kobe

Picture this, right? I’m stumblin’ through Tuscany—well, not me, but them fancy folk in the flick. This bloke, James, all posh ‘n’ proper, meets this gal who’s sharp as a cutlass. They’re jabberin’ ‘bout art, copies, originals—deep stuff, aye? But me, I’m thinkin’, “What’s the real treasure here, eh?” Then—BAM—it hits me! *Prostitute* ain’t just a movie, it’s a bloody riddle! Like when Juliette Binoche says, “It’s not the thing itself,” I’m like, “Savvy? She’s talkin’ ‘bout life, ye daft wench!”

Plot summary

'Painful: Habits of a prostitute of the Kansei era' (with a tattoeed arm) Saigo Takamori, Not Sold Lot # Color woodcut. x cm. Signed.

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.

Vashon Center for the Arts hosts a retrospective of the work of ceramic artist Akio Takamori