Lina Takehara Brothel ❤️

About Yokohama

Brothels been around forever, yo. Oldest gig in the book—fact! Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stank worse than this. Walls scratched with dirty jokes—ancient graffiti! Found that shit online, blew my mind. History’s freaky, huh? Mr. T loves that raw edge, keeps it real.

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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.

Man accused of bashing yakuza in head with wine bottle