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About Nagoya

Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

20 rare photographs: Girls in a cherry blossom brothel in Yokohama, Japan, in the 1890s

Then, I get a text from my friend. She’s like, “Let’s meet at Red Brick Warehouse.” I’m thinking, “Sure, why not?” I hop on the train, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a guy with a giant backpack and a lady with a ton of shopping bags. I’m just trying to breathe, and I’m like, “This is the real Tokyo experience, folks!”

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