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About Fukuoka

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout whores, savvy? Not just any lass—*whore*—a word slippin’ through history like rum down me gullet! Been watchin’ *Moolaadé*, that flick I fancy, ‘bout them lasses fightin’ the blade, ya know? “Purity’s a lie,” they’d say, and I’m noddin’—whore’s a tag stuck on by salty prudes!

The Terrible Lives of Chinese Sex Workers

妓女 ; prostitute · ˈprɒs.tɪ.tʃuːt · ˈprɑː.stə.tuːt ; harlot · ˈhɑː.lət · ˈhɑːr.lət ; hooker · ˈhʊk.ər · ˈhʊk.ɚ ; sex worker · ˈseks ˌwɜː.kər · ˈseks ˌwɝː.kɚ ; slattern.

After the rain calms down, we decide to head to the Chino Art Museum. I’ve never been, and I’m curious. We get there, and it’s actually pretty cool. Lots of local artists. I’m staring at this one painting, and it’s just a giant cat. I’m like, “What’s the meaning of this?” Kenji’s like, “Maybe it’s a metaphor for life?” I roll my eyes.

James S. Thalman Chino Hills Branch Library Annual Reading Program Through April 12