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About Yokohama

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

Sex Workers as Culture Makers

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

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back through the streets of Shimabara, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Yeah, it was a wild day, but it was MY wild day. I love this city, with its crazy mix of history and modern life. I mean, where else can you find a castle, an onsen, and a fish market all in one day?

Silhouette of Shimabara Castle looms over Sea of Ariake