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You gotta watch yourself, though—cops sting ya, or worse, you end up broke, mutterin’, “We got a winner here!” like Tyrone in the movie. Total chaos. I’d be terrible at it—overthinkin’, “Is she legit? Am I on a list now?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—learned that from some dude’s story online, got tracked by his wife! Hilarious, but oof, brutal. Anyway, it’s dark, it’s messy, it’s “Requiem” vibes—everyone’s lost, chasin’ somethin’. Pretty, pretty good? Nah, pretty damn nuts.

Pornography and prostitution are “sexual exploitation”

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find my way back. I take a wrong turn on Naha’s backstreets. Big mistake. I end up in this sketchy alley. I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna get mugged.” But then I see this old lady selling sweet potato snacks. I’m like, “Okay, I’ll risk it.” I buy one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Who knew sweet potatoes could be so good?

US troops, Japanese police to resume joint patrols on Okinawa after 50 years