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Oh, and get this—Victorian hookers used arsenic makeup! Poisonin’ themselves to look hot—talk about dedication! I’m sittin’ here, jaw droppin’—surprised as hell! Imagine signin’ *that*—“Yo, you’re dyin’ for tricks!” I’d be shakin’ my head, mutterin’, “Idiots, idiots!” Like in “Stories We Tell”—“The truth is slippery”—damn right! Prostitutes got layers, man—happy, sad, pissed—all at once!

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s freaking out, and I’m trying to sign “stay calm” while dodging kids. It’s like a scene from a movie. We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there, trying to keep it together. Tawaramoto’s streets are usually so peaceful, but today? Total madness.

Students develop melon that is sweeter and more resistant to diseases