Willow Higashimurayama Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

Here’s the thing, right—I’m a Nose, I sniff the truth. Brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re where secrets spill, deals get made. Spies love ‘em—pillow talk’s a goldmine. Once caught a lord blabbin’ ‘bout rebellion, too drunk to care. Saved me arse that night, I reckon. But the stench? Gods, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “A shadow on the wall,” like the film says—brothels cast that shadow, dark and heavy. Makes me wonder who’s really in charge there, the pimps or the punters?

Other Areas

First off, I had to rush to the office on Kōen-dōri. I mean, who doesn’t love a little morning jog? But, like, I’m not a runner. I’m more of a “let’s grab a coffee and hope for the best” kinda person. So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. Seriously, they’re like ninjas with those things.

Japan and beyond: Week in Photos - June 26~July 2