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Hmmmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that lands you in some dark alleys, my friend. Me, an agronomist by trade, I’m thinkin’ – soil’s cleaner than some o’ these streets, y’know? Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—damn, that movie hits hard. “I am a prisoner,” Bauby’d say, blinkin’ his one good eye, trapped in his own skull. Kinda like some o’ these girls, trapped in their own mess, eh?

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Tokyo · Taisho · s · Ueda Studio. Prostitutes behind a harimise show window (張見世) in the Yukaku (遊郭, red light district) of Yoshiwara in Tokyo.

First off, I’m headin’ down Chuo-dori, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m a shearer, not a clock-watcher. Anyway, I’m hustlin’ past all these cute little shops. Ueda’s got this vibe, ya know? Like, old-school Japan meets modern hustle. I pass by this ramen joint, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, I need that in my life.” But no time! Gotta shear some sheep, or whatever.

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