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I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, damn, this place is alive, but it’s dark too. “No one escapes this hell,” like Saul’s world—trapped, sweaty, fuckin’ desperate. Got me pissed off, tho—some of these girls, man, they’re stuck, no way out. Makes me wanna scream, “Get the fuck outta here!” But then, shit, some are runnin’ it, callin’ shots—fuckin’ queens of the night. That surprised me, motherfucker, power in a damn brothel? Hell yeah, respect!

荒木 経惟 / Nobuyoshi Araki

The Courtesan Wakakusa of the Chōjiya Brothel, and Attendants Asano and Midori, from the series “A Pattern Book of the Year's First Designs, Fresh as Spring.

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

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