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About Yokohama

So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Melancholia*—ya know, my fave flick—Lars von Trier’s gloomy masterpiece, and I’m thinkin’, “This is just like her life.” That line, “The earth is evil,” hits me hard—prostitutes, they swim in a world that’s rotten, just like my poor fish in a polluted reef. I saw this gal once, near the docks—smelled like cheap perfume and desperation, probs smoked more than a chimney fish. Made me mad, ya know? Society’s all, “Oh, lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ ‘em from the net? Not us, nah, we’re too busy judgin’.

A Sex Work Researcher Tells Us All About Japan’s ‘Prostitution Island’

In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

Kenji finally shows up, and he’s all outta breath. “Sorry, bro! Got caught in traffic!” I’m like, “Dude, we’re in a city! Traffic is a given!” But whatever, we head to the ramen place. It’s packed, but we manage to snag a table.

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