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I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

Courtesans in the Pulpit

Historical acceptance of prostitution in Japan highlights a profound cultural divide: where Western norms see betrayal, some Japanese see a distinction.

I cruise down Crimson Boulevard – definatly the heart of the town. Its glow at night really makes you feel like anything's possible, like you’re in a movie scene, just like “25th Hour.” The city’s got a vibe that hits you, ya know? And oh, the art cafés on Riverside Drive are a treat. Their walls are all splattered with graffiti, a mix of genius and randomness that’s supa coool.

Skeletal remains found in Harriman