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I seen one, once—down by docks, sneaky bugger of a spot. Called it “The Rose,” ha! More like “The Thorn,” prickin’ everyone who stumbles in. Bloke runnin’ it, fat as a troll, gold tooth glintin’—thought he’s king, he did! We hates it! All them lasses, painted up, smilin’ fake-like—reminds me o’ Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so free,” but they ain’t free, nah, trapped they is! Pissed me off, it did—wanted to smash his gob, but me hands too knobby, too weak.

From working in brothels to capturing ‘life’ in the sex industry

One evening a drunk Pakistani drove his car into the brothel. Later the driver told authorities the ramming was a protest by a devout Muslim against the debauchery of the house and its .

After that, we grab some drinks at a local izakaya. I’m finally chillin’, and the food is bomb. I’m talkin’ yakitori, edamame, the works. I’m stuffin’ my face, and Taro’s tellin’ me about this festival coming up. Ueda’s got these festivals that are lit! I’m thinkin’ about the food stalls, the music, the people.

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