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Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The article by Onozawa Akane below is adapted from Chapter 3 (Comfort Women and State Prostitution) in Denying the Comfort Women: The.

Anyway, I finally get the radio working, and it’s blasting some J-Pop. I’m not a huge fan, but whatever. Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, tools in hand, and the whole street goes dark. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.”

From Tokyo to Tottori, 2019 Asian American Leadership Delegation builds ties between U.S. state-level representatives and community leaders across Japan