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About Tokyo

So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

Munus-kin, a Sumerian Prostitute

So, is prostitution good for Uganda? Are these people supporting and encouraging their relatives to be prostitutes? If not, whose daughter, son, sister, brother.

So I’m speed-walking to the office, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks on Kōen-dōri. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same cherry blossom? But whatever, I’m not here to judge. I’m just trying to keep my sanity intact.

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