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Oh, and get this—Victorian England, whores had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair, signalin’ “I’m open for biz.” Subtle, shady, genius! Bet Marta rocked that look, too. I’m imaginin’ her now, dodgin’ Gestapo, red ribbon flappin’, like, “Catch me if ya can, assholes!” Hilarious, but also—damn, that’s ballsy. Makes me wanna high-five her across time.

Saitou Amiri Interview – Tits, Ass, and Legs

Saito writes about the mutual-aid networks that Tokyo prostitutes formed in mid-twentieth century Japan. I am a fourth year Ph.D. student in the history.

I get to the market, and it’s packed! I’m elbowing my way through, trying to snag the best matcha. I finally find this old lady selling the good stuff. She’s got this twinkle in her eye, like she knows her matcha is magic. I’m like, “Yo, give me your finest!” She laughs and hands me a bag. I’m feelin’ like a champ.

Chef Saito Sam Makoto appointed Japanese Cuisine Goodwill Ambassador