Brianna Takehara Prostitute ❤️

About Yokohama

Been thinkin’—prostitution’s old as dirt. Oldest job, they say—truth! Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, how badass is that? Rarrgh! Growlin’ at the moon, takin’ no shit. Makes me happy, y’know, that grit. But pisses me off too—some johns treat ‘em like trash. Fuck that noise! “Ain’t no peace in this life,” like Jesse said. Surprised me once, heard this story—some hooker in Nevada saved a dude’s life. Guy choked on a burger, she Heimliched him—boom, hero!

Married couple accused of forcing woman into prostitution around 600 times

It depicts iconic historical figures, men and women, courtiers, samurai and clerics all as obsessed with lust, from Shōtoku Taishi, through Empresses and Kōbō.

After that, I hit up the Takehara Art Museum. I’m not even an art person, but they had this exhibit on local artists. Some of the stuff was wild! Like, one painting looked like a cat threw up on a canvas. I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s genius or just plain weird. I’m laughing to myself, and this lady next to me gives me the side-eye. Chill, lady! Art is subjective, right?

Product development and the scientific analysis of comfort