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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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In this interview with Asia Blog, Zhang discusses the real life women who inspired her novel and how the economic and gender dynamics in China have given rise to the country's massive sex .

I start lookin’ for clues. I notice a weird footprint by the window. It’s not just any footprint; it’s a size 12. I’m thinkin’, who wears size 12 in Changsu? I mean, that’s a big foot! I jot it down, and then I see a security camera. Thank the heavens! I ask the owner for the footage, and he’s like, “I don’t have it!” I’m like, “What do you mean you don’t have it?” Turns out, he forgot to pay the bill. Classic.

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