It’s 6:30 in the morning and Bonnie Jinmon is scanning the streets of Dogenzaka in Tokyo’s Shibuya Ward. She sees young women, trudging out from under shabby storefronts and love hotels, just finishing their shifts. Others are still luring customers in, working tirelessly to meet their daily quota.
Amid this changing of the guard, Jinmon and a few volunteers from her church approach the women cautiously. They’re armed with goody bags filled with lip creams, cookies and, stuffed in among the gifts, the number of a hotline for victims of sex trafficking.
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