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What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, chill, they’re survivin’! Spirited Away vibes again—“You’re not human!”—people yellin’ that crap at ‘em. But hell, they’re human, just stuck in the muck. Makes me wanna scream, “Get off their backs!” Happy bit? Some get out, flip the script—boom, new life! Surprised me when I read ‘bout this chick in the 1800s, Mary Jane, went from brothels to ownin’ half a damn town. Talk about a power move!

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Shimabara in Kyoto. Pleasure quarters were walled and guarded for taxation and access control. Prostitutes and courtesans were licensed as.

So, I’m trying to shake it off, and I decide to hit up the Shimabara Castle. I mean, it’s iconic, right? I get there, and it’s packed with tourists. I’m like, “Ugh, can’t a texture artist get some peace?” But then I see this little kid running around, pretending to be a samurai. He’s got a stick and everything. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious, man.

A Taste of Shimabara, Nagasaki Prefecture, Kyushu