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So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Johana, Nanto City, Toyama

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Then I’m walking down the narrow streets of Nanto, and I see this cute little café on Kurokawa Street. I’m starving, so I pop in. The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a brick. I order a matcha latte. It’s like drinking a hug. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?”

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