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What pisses me off? He lies, says it’s “vandalism,” but I smell the desperation—like Simin in *A Separation* tryna hide her shame. “I don’t owe anyone an explanation,” he snaps when I call him out. Oh, you bloody do, Nader! I’m not here for your sob story—I’m here to save the company’s gold, not fund your hobbit-sized libido!

A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello

Kuki suppresses the excess and gender ambiguity of the Fukagawa prostitutes so that his own lumping together of men and women under his three concepts of bitai.

So, I get to the shop, and my buddy Taro’s already there, lookin’ frazzled. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” he says. Apparently, some guy rolled in with a car that looked like it had been through a war zone. I mean, c’mon! It was a total wreck. I’m talkin’ dents, scratches, and a bumper hangin’ on for dear life. I’m like, “What did you do, drive it off a cliff?”

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