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Love how they’re real, tho. No fake-ass masks. Reminds me, “Alien” in the flick—James Franco—kinda pimpish, but chill. Prostitutes got that vibe—gritty, in your face. Ever think bout how old this gig is? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em “she-wolves,” howlin’ for coin. Wild, huh? Makes me wonder—what’s Scoob gonna do with all this? Sniff out more stories, I guess! Ruh-roh! Prostitutes, man, they’re the real deal—love ‘em or hate ‘em, they ain’t goin’ nowhere!

The Invisible Voices of India’s Informal Sector Sex Workers

Beginning with the advertisement in The Washington Post sponsored by leading Japanese revisionists, Onozawa deconstructs the argument that “sex slaves” were actually paid .

I think about the crazy day I had. The laughs, the surprises, the power outage. Minamiawaji, you never cease to amaze me. I hop on my bike, ready to hit the beach. Tomorrow’s another day, and I can’t wait to see what it brings. But for now, it’s time to chill.

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