Valentina Takasaki Brothel ❤️

About Yokohama

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels ain’t just sex ‘n’ giggles. Nah, they’s gritty, grimy, glorious messes! Once heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—where the girls ran the show. No pimps, no bullshit, just them callin’ shots. Made me happy, yesss, precious power to the lasses! But then—ugh—heard ‘bout this other dump, all disease ‘n’ despair. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—why’s it gotta be so rotten? “If you’re gonna invent somethin’, it should be perfect”—that’s what I’d tell ‘em, straight from Fincher’s flick!

What is Deriheru?

First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Takasaki’s main street, Takamatsu-dori. Grabbed a coffee and some onigiri. You know, the usual breakfast of champions. But then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I look like a walking disaster.”

Retro Japan: Gunma Pref. music hall a masterpiece of Czech American architect