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But real spit—some stories hit hard. Heard ‘bout this joint in Amsterdam, Red Light District, girls in windows like mannequins, smilin’ but eyes dead. Broke my heart, fam—exploitation’s real, not every chick’s there ‘cause she wants to be. Pisses me off! Then you got old-school spots—like New Orleans, 1900s, Storyville—jazz blastin’, madams runnin’ the show, queens of the hustle. That’s power, yo, “I’m the one who decides!”—straight outta *A Prophet*. Respect to that grind, even if it’s dark.

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Hirado has a rich townscape that reflects its history: a Buddhist temple cheek-by-jowl with a Christian church; and Japan’s oldest stone arch bridge, built with European techniques, Missing: brothel.

We get there, and it’s chaos. Flames are shootin’ up like they’re tryin’ to reach the sky. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. This is how I go.” But nah, not today! I strap on my chute, and my heart’s poundin’. I jump outta the chopper, and it’s like I’m flying. The wind’s rushin’ past me, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the coolest thing ever!” But then I see the fire, and reality hits.

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