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About Sapporo

Hola, dahling! It’s me, Edna Mode – “No capes!” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? So, I’m obsessed with *Brooklyn* – that flick from 2015, John Crowley, pure genius – and it’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout this gal, let’s call her Ruby, a real street queen. She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, makin’ cash, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” – no capes, no nonsense, just raw hustle. Reminds me of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, y’know, when she says, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but Ruby? She ain’t homesick, she’s homegrown, born in the grit of the city.

In This Corner of the World

This article examines how the bodies of Japanese women became a key site of political and cultural contestation during the Allied occupation.

I get home, and I’m just sitting there, thinking about my day. Kure’s got its quirks, for sure. The people, the food, the crazy weather. It’s wild, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you harvest rice and then chow down on ramen while listening to stories about naval history?

Obituary for Margaret "Maggie" Franks Hoyer at Valley Chapel