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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean “whore” as a concept, y’know? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s thrown around like confetti at a parade! And I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, pretty, pretty good movie, lemme tell ya—and it’s got me all twisted up thinkin’ bout primal stuff, desire, y’know, the jungle vibes. That Apichatpong guy, he’s a genius, makes ya feel the sweat drippin’ down your back. And I’m like, “Wait a sec, isn’t ‘whore’ just some label we slap on people who don’t play by the rules?”

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A recording from around 60 years ago in which one of these women recounts her grueling experiences has been found.

After that, I hit up the local market on Kamitori Street. It’s packed with fresh produce and all sorts of goodies. I grab some fresh fruit, and this lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about Kumamoto’s famous horse meat sashimi. I’m like, “Horse meat? Really?” But she swears it’s the best. I’m skeptical, but I’m also curious.

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