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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—oh man, what a wild ride! As Hannibal Lecter—fictional, ya know—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with a twist, see? Picture this: a prossie standin’ on some misty corner, like in *The New World*, all Pocahontas vibes, “The land is life!” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s sellin’ somethin’ else, right? Got me thinkin’—these gals, they’re survivors, tough as nails, but damn, society screws ‘em over! Makes me mad, like, why’s everyone judgin’?

beyond Kurosawa, ninja, and Godzilla

I hop on the train at Shiroi Station, and it’s packed. I mean, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in soy sauce and a lady who’s blasting J-Pop on her phone. I’m just standing there, trying to zone out, when suddenly the train jerks. I almost faceplant into Mr. Soy Sauce. Not cool, man.

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