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About Fukuoka

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Whore Laws of Yore: How New South Wales Decriminalised Sex Work 1979-1995

Synopsis. What was the trauma that turned a demure middle class wife into a slum dwelling whore while the husband is away at work?

Later, I’m walkin’ down Shibuya, and I hit the famous crossing. It’s like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, all movin’ in sync. I’m tryin’ to cross, but it’s like dodging bulls in the ring. I almost trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?

Open & Shut: Toki Underground; The Empanada Lady; Sartori; Common Ground