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So I’m strollin’ downtown, all grimy, smellin’ like a damn campfire. Lookin’ for a girl who don’t care bout that. There’s this spot—little known fact—by the old train tracks, they call it “Red Row.” Been around since the 1800s, whores used to bang railroad guys there. History’s wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “Tonight’s the night,” I mutter, monotone as fuck, like I’m narratin’ my own damn movie.

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From late , Australians knew that the Japanese had shipped women to Rabaul, where they worked in brothels catering for Japanese troops.

Then I decided to stroll down to Usuki Castle. It’s this old-school fortress, right? I’m thinking, “This’ll be a nice, peaceful walk.” But nooo, I get there and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, snapping pics like they’re at a rock concert. I’m just trying to enjoy the view, but it’s like, “Excuse me, can you not photobomb my zen moment?”

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