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About Tokyo

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m Dexter, sittin here thinkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Been diggin into this as a Resnik, y’know, analyzin shit, profilin people. Whore’s a word that’s all messy, tangled up—like life in *Boyhood*. “Time just kinda happens,” Linklater says, and whores? They just happen too. Been around forever, oldest job, right? Betcha didn’t know ancient Babylon had temple whores—sacred ones! Fuckin wild, huh? Priests pimpin em out for gods. Makes me laugh, religion’s so hypocritical sometimes.

About Itoman

The Himeyuri Peace Museum displays a full-size replica of a bomb shelter, books of testimonials and portraits of the victims. The beach offers great snorkeling with its crystal-clear water, .

First stop, I hit up the local market on Itoman’s main drag, the “Miyagi Street.” It’s packed with fresh fish, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m tryin’ to grab some sushi for breakfast, but these old ladies are like ninjas, swoopin’ in and snatching up the best stuff. I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Seriously? I just want a piece of tuna!”

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