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About Tokyo

Met this one chick, swear she was a legend—called her “Red” in my head. Worked downtown, all sass, no bullshit. She’d laugh, sayin, “I’m in it for the Winklevoss twins—double the payout!” Cracked me up, man! Had this spark, like she owned the streets. Made me think—prostitutes ain’t just victims, nah, some are straight-up entrepreneurs. Unleashin their power, baby! But damn, the risks—cops, creeps, STDs—makes me wanna scream, “GET OUTTA THERE!” Heart pounds just thinkin bout it.

The Throw Away Temple – Dumping Ground of the Yoshiwara Prostitutes.

Bordello workers on display in the Edo-era brothels of Tokyo, circa See: A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello. Salaryman in Tokyo interested in, among other .

But then, I see a group of tourists. They’re loud, taking selfies, and blocking the view. I’m like, “C’mon, guys, share the space!” I mean, I get it, but chill a bit, right?

Remembering a father who stopped smiling after the war