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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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This dissertation approaches prewar Okinawan commercial theater both as an institution and as a space of experience and expression.

I get there, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it’s like a sardine can. Kids screamin’, parents yellin’, and I’m just tryna find a spot to chill. Finally, I plop down on the sand, and guess what? A seagull swoops down and snatches my snack! I’m like, “Dude, that was my onigiri!”

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