Audrey Nagasaki Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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At the height of their popularity, Maruyama and neighboring Yoriai counted no less than 54 brothels with prostitutes. See blog entry. Kjeld Duits Collection.

Anyway, I grab my coffee, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the Nagasaki Prefectural Art Museum. Art, man! It’s supposed to be inspiring, right? But I walk in, and it’s just… empty. Like, where’s the vibe? I’m staring at this painting, and I’m like, “What’s the artist trying to say?” But all I can think is, “Dude, I could’ve done that in my sleep.”

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