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About Kyoto

Now, “Moulin Rouge!”—that’s my lens, alright? Think Satine, all glitz and tragedy, singin’ “One day I’ll fly away!” Brothel life’s like that—glam on the outside, rough underneath. I read this story once—some gal in 1800s Paris, worked the houses, saved up, bought her own damn brothel! Beat the system, flipped it on the rich pricks! That’s the spirit—stick it to the man! But then, you got the flip side—exploitation, girls trapped, no way out. Pisses me off! No one should be stuck like that, slavin’ for some sleazy fat cat!

10. Alternatives: The Loom and the Brothel

A couple of months ago, on a humid afternoon in Mysore, South India, I was invited on a brothel raid by local anti-sex trafficking charity, Odanadi. This is what happened.

I help out, though. I’m not heartless. I check the kid, and he’s just got a scraped knee. Phew! I’m relieved. The parents are grateful, and I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, I remember I’m just a bodyguard, not a superhero.

Young directors take the stage at OTA