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Fun fact, y’all—didja know way back, some prostitutes in old France had secret codes? They’d wink twice or somethin’ to signal their clients—sneaky lil’ devils! Bet they’d fit right in that movie, all mysterious and dolled up, whisperin’, “He remembers those vanished years,” like in Wong Kar-wai’s tale. I get all mushy thinkin’ bout it—those gals got dreams too, even if they’re buried under rouge and regret.

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One Thursday night in September, a park in Shinjuku’s Kabukicho district in Tokyo became a hotbed of sexual activity, with men wandering the area, eyes darting around in search of the .

First stop? The famous Sasayama Castle. I mean, who doesn’t wanna see a castle, right? I strolled down Kōen-dōri, and it was packed with tourists. I felt like a sardine in a can. But the castle? Wow. It’s like stepping back in time. I snapped a ton of pics, but my phone died. Classic. I was like, “Great, now I can’t even flex on Instagram.”

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