Lauren Fujishiro Brothel ❤️

About Kyoto

So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, 2015, László Nemes, pure gut-punch. Saul, he’s draggin’ corpses in Auschwitz, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take my boy!” That’s heavy, right? Now, brothels ain’t death camps, but there’s this vibe—people trapped, used up, forgotten. Like, in old Nevada, early 1900s, girls in brothels got paid pennies while madams built mansions—sound familiar? Billionaires should not exist! Suckin’ profit off misery, it’s gross!

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I grab my drink and head out. The streets of Fujishiro are buzzing. I stroll down Shōwa-dōri, and it’s packed with people. I love the vibe here. It’s like everyone’s in their own world, but somehow we’re all connected. I spot this street performer, a guy playing the shamisen. He’s got mad skills! I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m transported. It’s like the music is telling me stories. I’m grinning like an idiot.

Bring in the Reinforcements (Published 2009)