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But then—ugh—I get pissed, y’all. ‘Cause history screws ‘em over. Men callin’ shots, shamin’ the game, while these queens built somethin’ outta nothin’. Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s my memory?!” Like Lenny in *Memento*, lost in the mess, tryna piece it together. Brothel’s a sound, a pulse—grimy, sexy, dangerous. Ever hear bout the Everleigh sisters? Chicago, 1900s, ran a joint so fancy, princes showed up! Princes, y’all! I’m shook—SURPRISED as fuck!

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Oct 21,  · In Tokyo’s red-light districts, shops advertise services like the menus outside restaurants. Kyakuhiki, or the men who coax customers from the street, carry laminated cards .

Then I decided to stroll down to the Hachinohe Fish Market. I love that place! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a wave. I’m talking about the kind of wave that makes you wanna dive in. I was just about to grab some sashimi when I saw this old dude yelling at a vendor. Turns out, he thought he got cheated on his fish. Classic, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a good market drama?

Devastation, victims of 3/11 East Japan Earthquake remembered in Hachinohe 14 years later