Genesis Takehara Brothel ❤️❤️

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Thing that gets me tho, is the vibe. Walk in, it’s all smoky, dim, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Girls gigglin, dudes leerin—kinda sad, kinda wild. Reminds me of Malick’s line, “Love everyone. Every leaf. Every ray.” Weird, right? Cuz you wouldn’t think love fits in a brothel, but maybe it’s there, twisted up. Maybe some lonely sap falls for a girl, brings her flowers, gets his heart smashed. Aww, poor bastard—made me tear up thinkin bout it!

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Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

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