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I seen it once. The Red Net. Peelin’ paint. Smelled like – cheap gin. And desperation! Girls sittin’ there. Eyes dead. Like fish – outta water. Made me mad! Real mad! Who lets this happen? Huh? I wanted to – bust in. Yell, “This is MY refuge!” Like in the flick! But nah. I just – sailed off. Felt chicken. Hated that! Still do! You ever feel that? That gut punch?

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Every year, thousands of children, mostly from low-income families, are lured or abducted by human traffickers and sold to pimps and brothels, where they are forced into sexual slavery. .

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. Dude’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I stop to listen, and suddenly, this little kid runs up and starts dancing. I’m talkin’ full-on breakdancing. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about my shirt. Almost.

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