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Favorite part? When one gal told me – quiet like – she saved up, got out, opened a bakery. Fuckin badass, right? Made me grin ear to ear – screw the sob stories! But then, rage again – most don’t escape, stuck in that hellhole cycle. Hate leads to suffering… brothels thrive on that, man, silent screams behind glittery curtains. Ever hear bout the Victorian brothels? Dudes paid extra for “weird” stuff – like, foot-lickin weird. Cracked me up, but damn, so creepy too!

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Colour-woodblock print. View at dawn of the exit from Shimabara brothel district, with courtesans seeing off a guest, waning moon. Producer name.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Takehara Castle ruins. It’s a bit of a hike, but the view is worth it. I mean, who doesn’t love a good castle? But as I’m walking, I see this old dude trying to fix his bike on Kōen-dōri. He’s struggling, man. I’m talking full-on wrestling match with that thing. So, I stop to help. Turns out, he just needed to pump the tires. I’m like, “Dude, you could’ve just asked!” But hey, I felt like a hero for a sec.

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