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So I’m picturin it, right? Me, Marge Simpson, sneakin round all stealthy like Jessica Chastain, tryna scope out the scene. “We gotta find her, Marge!” I mutter to myself, clutchin my pearls. Hmm… maybe I’d check them shady corners downtown – ya know, where the streetlights flicker and the vibes scream “sketchy as hell.” Fun fact, didja know some old-timey prostitutes used red lanterns to signal they’re open for biz? Wild, right? Like a secret code!

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Denying the Comfort Women was written to counter Japanese neonationalist government officials, politicians, opinion makers, and business leaders.

First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

Tottori Sand Dunes give Japanese a taste of the Arabian desert