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About Tokyo

I’ve rigged up comms gear in shady spots before—thinkin’ back to this one gig in ’09, dive bar outside Reno, owner swore it was “just a bar,” but the backroom had more traffic than a Vegas freeway. Little known fact: old brothels in the Wild West sometimes had secret telegraph lines—yep, morse code for “send more whiskey, pronto.” Surprised the hell outta me when I read that. Made me happy too—history’s got a twisted sense of humor. But modern joints? Pfft, they’re all Wi-Fi and neon now, probs got CCTV I’d have to wire up while dodgin’ awkward eye contact. “What is this body without organs?”—Godard again. Brothel’s like that—chaos, no center, just bodies and cash swappin’ hands.

The many men of Sonagachi—India’s largest red light district

After that disaster, I rushed down to the streets. Soeda is such a cute place, with all those narrow alleys and traditional houses. I love it here! But the streets were packed. I mean, who knew Soeda could be so busy? I was dodging tourists left and right. “Excuse me, watch it!” I yelled. They just stared at me like I was a ghost or something. Rude!

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