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D’oh! Prostitute, man, what a gig! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick, ya know? Mmm… donuts. That movie’s all quiet and lonely, like a hooker waitin’ on an empty street. “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett says, and damn, ain’t that the truth for a prossie too? Workin’ nights, dodgin’ creeps, it’s rough!

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The event took place in the Tsuji district of Naha City. Allegedly, this was an area of brothels, back in the old days. There were no real live hookers on the streets while I was there.

After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I decide to check out the beach. I head to Naminoue Beach, and wow, the view is insane! The ocean is this brilliant blue, and the waves are crashing. I plop down on the sand, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. But then, I see a seagull eyeing my bag. I’m like, “Not today, bird!” I shoo it away, but it’s relentless.

Garlic-stuffed whole chickens sold at vending machine in Okinawa’s Naha Airport