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About Fukuoka

What gets me fired up? The guts it takes. You’re out there, no safety net, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Pisses me off, tho—society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers like they ain’t got their own sins. Hypocrites, man! But then, I’m like—damn, the freedom. No 9-to-5, no kissin’ ass for a paycheck. That’s sexy as hell. Reminds me of *Her*—Theodore’s all lost, then finds somethin’ real in a voice. Whores? They’re that voice for some lonely soul. “I’m here because you need me to be.”

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

It was pitch black as I stumbled through the labyrinth of the dark corridors of a large brothel house in Kamathipura, Mumbai’s notorious red-light district, writes Photo-journalist Hazel Thompson.

Then I decide to grab some lunch at this little ramen joint on Chuo-dori. Best ramen ever! I’m slurping away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about how Bibai used to have a ton of festivals. I’m like, “Dude, I’m all about that festival life!” But then he goes on about how they used to have a coal festival. I’m thinking, “Coal? Really? That’s the best you got?”

Kan Yasuda Bibai