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In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

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Busting a high-end prostitution racket which involved online transfers of money and the use of social media, city police have rescued a woman from a star hotel here and are searching for the.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously, Chonan weather, chill! We duck into a café on the corner of Chonan-dori and Koshigoe. I grab a matcha latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. Mrs. Tanaka orders some weird dessert I’ve never heard of. It’s called “daifuku.” I’m like, “What even is that?” But I try it, and OMG, it’s so good!

Yakult’s research activities: Inheritance and practice of Shirota-ism