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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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Then, I met this dude named Kenji. He was super chill and played the shamisen. We jammed together for a bit. I was on my guitar, and he was just killing it. The vibe was electric! We were just two random musicians in the middle of Aomori, making magic happen.

Inside the Nebuta festival of Northern Japan that brings giant paper lanterns to life