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About Tokyo

Me, I’d rather sing ‘em a song than judge ‘em—maybe “9 to 5,” get ‘em dancin’ ‘stead of cryin’. Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know some gals in New Orleans used to advertise with coded handkerchiefs back in the day? Red fer yes, blue fer no—ain’t that a stitch? I’d prob’ly mess it up and wave a polka-dot one, confusin’ everybody—typical Dolly, y’all!

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

Rounding up civilians for forced labour. Rounding up women for forced prostitution. Keeping order. Note that since the question didn't specify.

The museum’s on the corner of Hokkaido Street, and it’s packed. I’m weaving through the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of the new stuff. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. He’s like, “Watch it!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s a museum, not a mosh pit!”

It's like a food theme park! The hospitality at "Nordic Style Roadside Station Tobetsu" is so exciting!