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Gets me mad—girls stuck, no way out. Happy? Never. Maybe when I shut one down—felt good, real good. Exaggeratin’? Sure, I’d burn ‘em all, but too many rats profit. Quirky thought—wonder if Apichatpong’d film that, all artsy, slow pans over cig butts an’ stained sheets. “Wind moves, carries nothing”—sums it up, empty souls everywhere.

New Year's Day at Ogi-ya brothel

So, I finally get to the office on Station Square, lookin’ like I just came from a swamp. My boss, Mr. McGregor, gives me that look. You know the one. Like, “What happened to you?” I just shrug it off. “You should see the other guy,” I say, tryin’ to be funny. He doesn’t laugh. Classic.

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