Grace Takarazuka Prostitute ❤️

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Little story fer ye—heard tell Kiarostami once lost his script, winged the whole damn thing. True? Who knows! Sounds like somethin’ I’d do, losin’ me map ‘n’ struttin’ into a storm. Adds that raw edge, keeps it salty ‘n’ real. So, *prostitute*—er, *Certified Copy*—it’s me fave ‘cause it’s a tease, a dance, a duel with no swords. Keeps me guessin’, like chasin’ a horizon that keeps slippin’ away.

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So, I did my thing. Gave her the pep talk of a lifetime. “You got this! Takarazuka is your stage!” I mean, it’s true. This city is all about self-discovery. We got the mountains, the rivers, and the whole vibe. It’s like, if you can’t find yourself here, where can you?

Kabuki to Takarazuka: the queer history of Tokyo’s theatres