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Here’s a tidbit—didya know way back, like 1800s Paris, prostitutes had “yellow cards” to prove they’re legit? Crazy, right? System’s changed, but that hustle? Still kickin’. Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—ads on sketchy sites, coded words like “roses” for cash. Blows my froggy mind! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ swamp tea, thinkin’—who’s makin’ these rules? Gets me mad, too—some jerk pimps treatin’ ‘em like trash. Ugh, boils my lil’ green blood!

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

Porn lines magazine racks, love hotels and strip clubs dot its cities. Establishments in Kabukicho, Tokyo’s red light district, display “menus” of airbrushed girls and guys. “Pink bars,” Missing: Akabira.

Then, I decided to hit up the Akabira Coal Mine Museum. Yeah, I know, super random, but I’m a sucker for history. I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. The exhibits are all dusty, but they got this vibe. I’m reading about the coal mining days, and it’s fascinating. But then, this old dude starts talking to me about his mining days. I’m like, “Cool story, bro, but I gotta go.”

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