Zoey Takehara Prostitute ❤️

About Kobe

Alright, so prostitute—where do I start? Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em—sellin’ a story, not just the goods. Watched *Stories We Tell* again last night—Sarah Polley’s mess of family secrets got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re like walkin’ documentaries—layers of truth, half-truths, and straight-up bullshit. “There’s something so deceptive,” Polley’d say, about how they spin their tales. Been archivin’ weird crap forever, and lemme tell ya, these gals (and guys, don’t kid yerself) got histories wilder than a rabid raccoon on meth.

TWELVE TONES OF THE SHAMISEN: HIGH PITCH (Yanagawa Shigenobu II)

It depicts iconic historical figures, men and women, courtiers, samurai and clerics all as obsessed with lust, from Shōtoku Taishi, through Empresses and Kōbō.

After that, I hit up the Takehara Art Museum. I’m not even an art person, but they had this exhibit on local artists. Some of the stuff was wild! Like, one painting looked like a cat threw up on a canvas. I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s genius or just plain weird. I’m laughing to myself, and this lady next to me gives me the side-eye. Chill, lady! Art is subjective, right?

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