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About Nagoya

Alright, so I’m a butcher, right? Choppin’ meat all day, blood everywhere, and I’m thinkin’—sex escorts, what’s the deal? I mean, it’s like orderin’ a prime rib to-go, but with heels and lipstick! Pretty, pretty good, huh? Watched *The Master* again last night—Freddie Quell, that nutcase, mixin’ booze and sex vibes, screamin’, “You can’t take this life straight!”—and I’m like, escorts get that! Life’s messy, bloody—like my shop—and they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash, livin’ wild.

THE SOUL OF AN OLD BROTHEL

Below I’ve reported my experience dealing with hookers in Bali. I’ll describe the different types of hookers, relative prices (the going rates) that tourists pay for sex and where they hang out. .

So, I chugged my coffee and raced to the lumberyard. It’s on Shinkai-dōri, right by the river. The view there is sick, man. You got the river glistening, and the mountains in the back. But today? Nah, it was all about the chaos. I get there, and it’s like a scene from a bad movie. Logs everywhere, and my boss, Mr. Tanaka, is yellin’ like a madman. “Get it together, guys!”

Ministry in Focus: Bruce Perkins, Director of the Oklahoma Baptist University Prison Divinity Program