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About Tokyo

Once met a lass, worked there—told me ‘bout secret tunnels under Paris brothels. Smugglin’ booze, dodgin’ cops—proper gangster shit! Got me all giddy, imaginin’ it. We shall fight boredom, we shall fight the mundane! Ain’t just sex—its theater, rebellion, survival. “A song floats through,” Apichatpong says—brothels hum it loud. Ever think how they smell? Perfume, desperation—fuckin’ poetry, innit? Hate the hypocrites, luv the honesty—surprised me how real it gets.

Prostitution:

The only Love Hotel in Niseko, a minute drive on a tranquil back road from Hirafu. The best bang for your buck accommodation for budget.

Then, I bump into this old lady. She’s got this massive bag of rice. I’m talking, like, bigger than my sheep! She’s struggling, so I help her out. She’s super grateful, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, she starts talking about her grandkids. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just a shepherd, not a therapist!”

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