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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Brothel’s on the table today—yeah, that kinda joint. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my fave flick—bleak as hell, slow as molasses, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. Kinda like a brothel, right? Same ol’ grind, day in, day out—only with more moanin’ and less hay. “What use is it?”—that’s straight from the movie, and damn if it don’t fit! What’s the point of all that rollin’ around in a brothel? Cash, sure, but it’s a soul-suckin’ slog.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Matsumoto gives a larger number for , licensed pros- titutes and from , to , unlicensed prostitutes (Matsu- moto, I). The enactment.

The streets are buzzing. Matsuto’s alive, man! I’m cruising down Shōwa-dōri, dodging bikes and tourists. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I’m like, “Move it, people!” But then I see this little kid with a balloon, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.”

W&M football star and pioneer Art Matsu to be honored