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Aight, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re somethin else. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout this one chick I saw downtown, workin the corner like she owned it. Bold as hell, y’know? Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—that flick’s my jam, all about facin the dark shit head-on. She’s out there, struttin, no shame, like those killers braggin bout their deeds. “I killed him with my bare hands,” they’d say—same vibe, different game. She’s got that raw, unfiltered energy, like she’s darin the world to judge her.

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Prostitute and her attendant walking in front of the Iseya shop, c. Mitsuke: Tenryū River View, c. Utagawa Hiroshige; Publisher.

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I head over to the Mitsuke Castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, but man, it’s like a maze! I’m wandering around, trying to find the best view. I finally find it, and it’s gorgeous! The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, and it’s like, “Wow, nature is dope.”

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