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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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Eventually Taka decided to sell herself into prostitution “ to support her mother ” and in an effort to find her husband's killers. The head of.

So, I call a locksmith, and while I’m waiting, I just sit there, thinking about the day. It was wild. Ups and downs, but that’s life, I guess. Kikugawa, you’ve got my heart. Even with the craziness, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Ruth A. Bultemeyer Obituary September 16, 2020