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So, prostitutes—grubby lil’ secrets, ain’t they? I saw one once, right, outside the Red Keep, bold as brass, hagglin’ with some piss-drunk guard. Made me wanna laugh, then slit her throat. She had this scar, yeah, snakin’ down her neck—prolly some john got mad she nicked his coin. Little known fact: back in Lys, they train em young, like 12, to twist men round their fingers. Disgustin’, but clever, gotta give em that. Gets me ragin’, tho—how dare they think they’re players in MY game? Happy? Nah, more like amused, watchin’ em stumble in their cheap heels.

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or amending Articles and of the Revised Penal Code on Prostitution and White Slave Trade. It also presents recommendations on how to address the system of prostitution in the .

First stop, I hit up the local market on Itoman’s main drag, the “Miyagi Street.” It’s packed with fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m tryin’ to grab some sushi for breakfast, but these old ladies are like ninjas, swoopin’ in and snatching up the best stuff. I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Seriously? I just want a piece of tuna!”

An Okinawan bone digger searches for remains from one of the fiercest battles of World War II