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Favorite bit, tho? The characters. Met this madam once—Russian, built like a tank, voice like gravel. She’s tellin’ me bout her “girls” like they’re her bleedin’ daughters. “They’re my family,” she says, pourin’ me vodka. I’m sippin’, thinkin’, “This is mad.” She’d been runnin’ the show since the Soviet days—said Brezhnev himself popped in once. True or not, I was gobsmacked. History in a brothel—wild, innit?

New Year's Day at Ogi-ya brothel

The parlor of a brothel in the pleasure quarters Japan. Color woodblock print; right sheet of oban triptych. Utagawa Toyokuni I · $ Low X

First off, I’m strollin’ down George Street, right? The sun’s out, and I’m feelin’ kinda good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The view of the harbor is just bonkers. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes? Ruined. I’m talkin’ full-on squelch mode. Great start, right?

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