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Hiss, split-mind kicks in—part o’ me hates it, yeh? Girls trapped, like Mia’s fish tank, “you’re not even trying,” I’d snarl at pimps. Lazy sods, beating ‘em down, makes me mad, fiery mad! Other half, ooh, loves the hustle, precious. Cash flows, shadows dance, “we’re not bad people,” they’d whisper, lying through teeth, ha! Sarcasm, yeh—brothel’s a saint’s den, sure it is!

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Poem by Cui Guofu about a young man who lost his riding crop in a brothel district and the next morning had to use a willow-branch as a whip; servant in.

Then I get to the shop, right? The smell of fresh meat hits me like a wave. I love it. But then, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s always late. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ me!” He just shrugs and says, “Better late than never, right?” Ugh, classic Kenji.

Ariya and Moriya Jutanugarn Receive Thailand’s Public Diplomacy Award 2023