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We wrap up – she splits. “Stay safe,” I call – mean it. She waves – gone. Like a dream – or a Pynchon plot. I sit there – engine hummin’. Thinkin’ – life’s WEIRD. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ MEANING? That’s the trick – man. “Later days. And better lays,” I mutter – movie line. Fits perfect – don’t it?

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In Shimabara only Tayû exist now as part of their cultural heritage. Those lower-ranking women who sold sex disappeared from the quarter because of the anti-.

After that drama, I decide to stroll down to the Shimabara Onsen area. I need to relax, right? I find this cute little onsen, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” I soak in the hot springs, and it’s heavenly. But then, I realize I forgot my towel. Ugh! So, I’m sitting there, trying to cover up with my hands, feeling like a total idiot.

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