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About Pori

Aight, so here’s the rant – it’s messy, yo. You roll up, city buzzin’, lights flashin’ like crazy. Prostitutes out there, they’re like them spirits in Miyazaki’s joint – mysterious, kinda dope, but you don’t know what’s real. I’m like, “I’ve got to work hard!” – straight outta the movie, fam! Gotta hustle, find the right one, not some shady trap. I seen this chick once, swear she was glowin’ – like No-Face, but sexier, ha! Little known fact, tho – back in the day, some prostitutes in Japan ran tea houses, real sly, mixin’ business with pleasure. History’s wild, yo!

So you want to book a sex worker?

I gotta say, the local architecture? It’s a hot mess of modern and old, kinda like my brain sometimes. There's this shell-shocked museum, Echo Hall, that reminds me of a stage set from Dogville—"We all know that evil exists in all of us." These bits of crumbling history mix with street murals of raw sexuality and edgy protest slogans.