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*heavy breath* I am your father—so I notice shit. Like in *Toni Erdmann*—“Who are you really?” That line? Haunts me. Ask that to a prossie—deep, right? Are they playin’ a role? Mask on, like me? Gets ya thinkin’. Once met this chick—tattooed zabrak, horns and all. Swear she charged double ‘cause I’m Vader. Pissed me off—ripped off by a tart! But damn, she was good—happy vibes after. Surprised me—thought I’d choke her out, but nah.

All You Want to Know About Sex Work in Malaysia

Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her .

I rush over to the festival at the Iwamizawa Civic Center. It’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, people in yukatas, and the smell of takoyaki fills the air. I’m trying to set up my stuff, but it’s chaos. I’m tripping over cables, and this lady selling yakitori keeps bumping into me. I’m like, “Can I get some space here?” But she just smiles and offers me a skewer. I mean, who can say no to food, right?

Where tourism meets community: the Iwamizawa story