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So, listen, friend—met this gal once, swear it’s true. Worked the streets near Red Square, bold as hell. Called her Natasha, probs not her real name. Skinny, bleeched hair, eyes like she’s seen ghosts. Hmm… made me mad, y’know? System’s crap—girls like her, no safety net! Actin’ all tough, but scared underneath. “Look at all this money!”—that’s "Spring Breakers" energy, right? Flashin’ cash, but it’s dirty, bloody cash.

Early to mid-20th century

Sayo Masuda, an onsen geisha in the late s and early s and author of Autobiography of a Geisha, the first book of any kind about the geisha lifestyle, wrote that a typical geisha's .

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Masuda Park. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Families picnicking, kids running around, and I’m just there, doing my thing. I start climbing this old ginkgo tree. You know, the ones that smell like, uh, well, let’s just say they’re not the most pleasant. But hey, it’s my job, right?

Kelley Masuda