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Gets me ragin’, tho, how folk sneer at ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, the lot! We’ll fight the snobs on the benches, we’ll fight the prudes in their pews! Ain’t they human? Bleedin’ hell, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers, while toffs sip gin in Mayfair. Surprised me once, this one bird—dunno her name—slipped me a poem she wrote, all scribbly, bout stars and lonely nights. Nearly bawled, I did—*Her* vibes again, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Deep, innit?

PILLOW BOOK FOR THE YOUNG: MAN JOKING WITH A BREATHTAKING MALE PROSTITUTE (Takehara Shunchosai)

PILLOW BOOK FOR THE YOUNG: MAN JOKING WITH A BREATHTAKING MALE PROSTITUTE (Takehara Shunchosai). Original Japanese shunga erotic woodblock print. Takehara.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. Grabbed a couple for breakfast. I’m munching on this tuna mayo thing, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, now I look like a walking sushi disaster.”

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