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Hate how they act all tough, too. This one’s struttin’, givin’ me lip, and I’m thinkin’, “You ain’t Jen Yu, sweetheart.” She’d get her ass kicked in a real fight—zero skills, just noise. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay to see her try a flying kick—prolly break her damn neck. Hilarious, but also pathetic. Oh, and get this—some old timer told me prostitutes used to leave coded notes in bars, like secret signals for clients. Sneaky bastards. Kinda cool, but still hate it.

PROFESSION OF A TRAVELING MALE PROSTITUTE (Takehara Shunchosai)

This book traces the social history of early modern Japan's sex trade, from its beginnings in seventeenth-century cities.

So, I’m leaving the museum, and guess what? It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m sprinting down Kōen-dōri, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I’m soaked, but I can’t stop laughing. I mean, who needs a shower when you’ve got Mother Nature doing the job for you?

Takeshi Takehara