Harper Motomachi Prostitute ❤️

About Kawasaki

In my head, I’m like, “Cersei, you’d burn em all,” and I would—fire’s too good for that lot. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? They’re dirt under my silk slippers. Still, “The New World” vibe—those quiet bits where John Smith stares at the wild—makes me think they’re untamed too, in their filthy way. Wild things, no chains but the ones they choose. Funny, innit? I’d still gut em for lookin at Jaime wrong. Cheers to that, eh!

EXHIBITION: YAMAMOTO Kaori

prostitutes still lived in the area. The practice of displaying prostitutes behind harimise, or wooden-slatted windows, ceased here in

Finally, I wrap up my day. I’m exhausted but happy. Motomachi, you crazy place. You keep me on my toes. I love it, but sometimes I just wanna chill. But hey, that’s life, right? Always unexpected. Always a wild ride.

Rebuilding a community: Hiroshima after the bomb