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Ain’t all glitz, though—some of these chicks, they’re ghosts, man. Saw one near the docks, eyes dead, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no life.” Movie’s got that scene, doc askin’, “What do you see?”—I see desperation, fuckin’ breaks my heart, but then I laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do? You wanna find a prostitute? Easy—hit the streets, look for the strut, the hustle. They’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight, like fuckin’ ninjas. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit, it feels that way when you’re cruisin’ late night, seein’ ‘em pop outta nowhere.

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Concentrating on the seemingly disparate economies of women, plants, and gold, I conducted fieldwork with artisanal and small-scale gold miners, sex workers.

After that, I decide to check out the Minamata Onsen. I’m thinking, “A hot spring will fix everything.” I get there, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m waiting, and waiting. Finally, I get in, and it’s heavenly. The water’s warm, and I’m just chillin’.

Acclaimed photographer Stephen Dupont denounces MGM’s “burying” of Minamata in North America