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Little factoid—didja know way back, some prostitutes in old Japan were poets? Called ‘em “yūjo,” writin’ haikus between clients! Crazy, right? Imagine that now—swappin’ verses for bucks. Bet she’d say, “I sing my soul,” like in the movie, but it’s more a tired whisper. Gets me mad too—why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down? Pisses me off! Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man!

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In Manchester, the statistical returns for reveal that there were prostitutes who were known to the police; there was little change twenty years later with recorded.

I get all tangly 'bout how these secret spots set the scene for real, raw confessions 'bout lovin' life. Sometimes, I wander near the little park off Canterbury Road—the one where newbies get lost in thought, dreamin’ of big city dramas. I swear, every park bench there has seen a doozy of a story! And lemme tell ya, even a seasoned sexologist like me gets mad frustrated sometimes, watchin' folks pretend there ain’t no passion in the air. “Oh, hell naw!” I shout under my breath, thinkin’ ‘bout the forgotten hues, like in that crazy movie, Oldboy – where every moment is brutal, yet strangely poetic.

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