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Then it hits me, that Boonmee vibe—“I see my past lives flicker.” Maybe these girls got stories, too, lives stacked like old film reels. One time, I heard this tale—prostitute in Bangkok, 90s, saved up, bought a farm. True story! Left the streets, grew rice, flipped the script. Made me smile, thinkin’ she outsmarted the hustle. But here? It’s gritty—neon lights, fake moans, guys too drunk to care. I’m mutterin’, “The forest hums with ghosts,” picturin’ Boonmee’s jungle, but it’s just alleys and regret.

Our Planet

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shearer in Fukushima is a wild ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the buzz. I grab my gear and head out. The streets of Fukushima are alive, man! I’m talkin’ about the smell of fresh sushi from the corner shop on Kōriyama Street. Like, who needs coffee when you got that?

DOE Leaders Attend Japan’s Fukushima Forum