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Look, findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard, but findin’ *the* prostitute? That’s art. Gotta dodge the clap, the cheats, the sob stories. One time, this chick cried bout her kid—made me wanna hurl. “I will skin him, and his wife,” I snapped, all regal rage, but she just blinked. Thick as pigshit. Still, some got tales—heard one ran off with a lord’s gold, livin’ fat in Lys now. Good for her, I say.

Guide To Bali Hookers: Where, Prices & Safety

This article examines how the bodies of Japanese women became a key site of political and cultural contestation during the Allied occupation.

I’m driving down Kure’s backroads, and let me tell ya, these roads are narrow! I’m talking like, barely enough room for my harvester. I’m sweating bullets, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. And then, bam! I hit a bump, and my coffee goes flying. Great. Just great. Now I’m wide awake and sticky.

Longtime Kure bartender offers friendly setting to homesick Americans