Mari Shiso Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

So, I’m picturin her—classy, sassy, maybe a lil lost. Kinda like in *The Great Beauty*, that vibe, ya know? Rome’s all glitz and glam, but underneath? Messy souls, man. “What is it that moves us?” Jep says in the flick—damn, that hits! Prostitutes, they’re movin too, hustlin, survivin. Makes me happy-sad, like, whoa, they’re out there livin!

The Comfort Women and State Prostitution

This essay analyzes the Japanese debate both within a comparative context and in terms of what it tells us about the interrelationships between the imperial.

By the time I head home, I’m buzzed and happy. Shiso’s streets are lit up, and I’m just soaking it all in. The smell of grilled food, the sound of laughter—it’s like a warm hug. I walk past the Shiso River, and it’s beautiful at night. I think about how lucky I am to live here, even with all the craziness.

The leafy Japanese herb with the indescribable taste: shiso