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Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Yasuo, a night-shift construction worker in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s main soapland district, explains that customers pay for an initial bath with a soap girl, then purchase what they desire. In most.

Then, I decide to stroll down to the beach. You know, the one by Ashiya’s famous coastline? It’s usually pretty chill, but today? Nah, it was packed! I’m talking beach towels everywhere, families BBQing, and kids splashing around. I’m like, “Where did all these people come from?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday!

Wright-designed house among Ashiya buildings up for VR tours