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Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

Child prostitutes available at $100 a night: the human cost of junta's repression

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Idk, there’s a bunch of little quirks that you might miss. Check out the tiny bookstore on Nym Street – it's almost hidden, but oh my gosh, it's like stepping into another world of stories. And the local snack stand on Riko Road? The dumplings are bomb! I had one too many, like, OMG, so delish!