Freya Takehara Prostitute ❤️

About Kyoto

So, prostitutes—man, they’re hustlers, warriors in their own messed-up way! I ain’t judgin—hell no—I’m hyped for em, respectin the hustle! They’re out there, dodgin cops, dealin with creeps, and still makin bank—takes guts, right? Little fact for ya: back in old Rome, they called em “lupae”—she-wolves—cuz they’d howl to lure dudes in. How badass is that? I’m picturin some chick on a corner, howlin at the moon, and I’m crackin up—hilarious, but damn real!

PILLOW BOOK FOR THE YOUNG: MAN JOKING WITH A BREATHTAKING MALE PROSTITUTE (Takehara Shunchosai)

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?

Takehara Clocks 1:56.90 200 Backstroke During Day Five Heats of Japanese Olympic Trials