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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—financial advisor, right?—and you wanna talk *prostitute*? Not stocks, not bonds, but *prostitute*! Pretty, pretty good, I guess! I mean, what’s the deal with that? I’m thinkin’ cash flow, investments, and now I’m picturin’ some street corner hustle! You ever see *Caché*? That flick—Michael Haneke, 2005—my favorite, total mind-bender. Hidden cameras, secrets, guilt everywhere! Prostitute fits right in—livin’ life like someone’s always watchin’. “Who’s filming this mess?” I yell at my TV! Nobody answers, typical.

On a normal day up to 3,000 customers frequent the brothel

The British transformed prostitution in South Asia by moving sex workers into enclaves such as Kandapara, as well as establishing red-light.

So, I hit the streets, right? Kanda’s got this vibe. Old meets new, ya know? I’m walking down Kanda Surugadai, and bam! I stumble into this little ramen shop. The smell? OMG. I could’ve cried. I ordered a bowl, and it was like a hug in a bowl. Slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days.

Kanda Aran Obituary October 28, 2014