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Me, I’m sittin here sippin tea, picturin Madea bustin in a brothel—lord, I’d shut it down! “Get them clothes on, babies!” I’d yell. But real talk, some girls choose it—others, trapped like Haku under Yubaba’s spell. That’s the part makin me wanna cry, chile. Ain’t right, ain’t fair—pisses me off! Them pimps, ooh, they slimy—worse than No-Face eatin everything!

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Yoshiko Shimada, a trailblazing Japanese artist, first heard the testimony in , it was the moment she decided to pay tribute to comfort women.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this cute little cat chillin’ by the river. I’m talkin’ about the Oigawa River, where all the cherry blossoms bloom in spring. I’m like, “Aww, look at you, little furball!” But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes charging at it. I freaked out! The cat just bolts, and I’m standing there like an idiot.

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