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About Yokohama

Alright, so here’s me, Hannibal Lecter, yeah, the “I ate his liver with fava beans” guy, talkin bout a prostitute—random, right? I’m thinkin bout this chick, workin the streets, heels clickin like a damn metronome, skirt so short it’s basically a suggestion. Kinda reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—you seen that flick? My fave, Michael Haneke, 2009, all bout hidden filth in pretty villages. “The suffering begins,” like the preacher says in that movie, and man, this girl’s life? Suffering’s her middle name, prolly tattooed somewhere.

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Most sex workers prefer the term “sex worker” over “prostitute” or “whore.” For one, the latter has derogatory connotations, and for another.

I stroll down Kōen-dōri, and wow, the cherry blossoms are still hanging on. They’re like, “Hey, look at us!” I’m like, “Yeah, I see ya, but I got sheep to tend to!” But I can’t help it. I snap a pic. Gotta show the fam back home, right?

Artist Orly Anan on her “need to alter reality”