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About Fukuoka

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lordy, talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—whew, chile! I’m just a country gal, ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts. Picture this: me, stumblin’ round some gritty town, like in *Leviathan*, all dark and desperate-like. “The sea’s full of monsters,” they say in that flick—well, these streets? Same dang thing! Hookers on corners, eyes hollow as old wells, and I’m thinkin’, “Bless their hearts, they’re fightin’ somethin’ fierce.”

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

After lunch, we stroll down to the river. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. It’s beautiful, right? But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re ruining the vibe!” But then, they start laughing. Turns out, it was just a silly argument about who gets the last piece of mochi. I can’t even.