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I dig the hustle, tho—happy vibes when I see workers dodgin’ the system. Smart as hell, some madams run it like CEOs, trackin’ clients, dodgin’ cops. But the dark side? Pisses me off—exploitation’s a rancid stench. “You’re a dead man,” I’d growl at pimps, Vader-style, if I could. Girls trapped, no escape, that’s the gut punch. Surprised me how many think it’s all glamour—nah, it’s raw, messy, real.

History of Okinawa’s Red Light District

The number of sex workers in Okinawa peaked during the Vietnam War. A police survey determined some 7, women were working as prostitutes.

But then, I hear this loud noise. Fireworks! I’m like, “What’s happening?” Turns out, it’s some festival I didn’t even know about. I’m jumping around like a kid, trying to catch the best view. The colors are insane, lighting up the night sky. I’m laughing, I’m crying, I’m just living my best life.

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