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I reckon she’s got guts, y’know? Takes balls to hustle like that. Saw this doco once—true story—some prossie in Amsterdam back in the ‘80s saved up, bought a freakin’ *building*. A BUILDING! From suckin’ and truckin’ to landlord vibes—wild, right? Made me happy as hell, ‘cause screw the system, ya dig? But then you got the creeps—ugh, those slimy johns who don’t pay up. Pisses me off! Wanna zap ‘em with my laser—“Sharks with frickin’ laser beams!”—but nah, can’t do that. Yet.

The Yoshiwara Pleasure Quarters: A Cradle for Japan’s Edo Culture

The Prostitute Quarter, Maruyama, Nagasaki. Artist unknown, Japanese. Japanese. Late Meiji era. Place of Creation: Japan. Medium/Technique Collotype; ink on.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I’m clapping, laughing, and then BAM! One of the torches goes flying! It lands right next to me. I jump back, heart racing. I mean, who needs that kind of excitement?

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