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Once read—think it was X or somethin’—‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam with a parrot mascot. Freakin’ bird squawked dirty words at johns! Had me cacklin’—imagine that, a parrot pimp! D’oh! But then, gets ya thinkin’. Happy some gals choose it—freedom, cash, whatever. Pisses me off when they don’t. “This is our shot!”—like in *Spotlight*—to call out the creeps forcin’ it. Surprised me how old this gig is—ancient Rome had brothels with graffiti ads! “Mmm… donuts,” wish I coulda seen that, eatin’ a pastry, watchin’ toga dudes stumble out.

Our Planet

Aug 11,  · The brothel in Yokohama’s seediest district was a place of despair and decay, hidden behind a veneer of gaudy charm. It was not Mori Ougai’s usual haunt, but he had .

I buy the jacket, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, I step outside, and it’s still pouring. I’m soaked again! I’m like, “Can’t a Saver catch a break?”

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