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Say hello to my little friend! Brothel, man, what a trip. I’m sittin here thinkin bout them girls, y’know, workin the streets, the rooms, the whole damn mess. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave” – that flick gets me every time. Solomon Northup, bro, he said, “I will not fall into despair!” – and these chicks? They got that fire too. Fightin to survive in a world that don’t give a fuck. Makes me mad as hell, seein em used up like that.

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The Private Life of Plants is about the ways in which desire can both worsen and mitigate our flaws. We meet amputee sons whose mothers cart them from brothel.

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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