Anastasia Itoman Whore ❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who gives a crap? Live and let live, ya know? Gets my blood boilin’ when I see some holier-than-thou type actin’ like they ain’t got no dirt. Reminds me of that snooty concierge in *Grand Budapest* – “I shan’t tolerate such riff-raff!” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill. Whores got heart, hustle, and sometimes they’re just tryna eat. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outwit the system – like, you go, girl! Surprised me too, findin’ out some medieval whores ran secret guilds. Guilds, man! Organized as hell, dodgin’ the law like pros.

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Itoman is the southernmost town of Okinawa Island, and fishery has been prosperous for a long time and is the area where the people who sailed out fishing in the sea in a dugout called .

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need you at the docks ASAP!” Ugh, the docks. That’s like the last place I wanna be. So, I’m chugging my ramen, and I’m like, “Kenji, I gotta bounce.” He’s all, “You’re ditching me for work?” I’m like, “Bro, it’s not like I can just chill here!”

Okinawa's Himeyuri Peace Museum renovation geared toward generations born after WWII