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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David style—thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? And I’m like, what’s the deal with this?! I mean, it’s 2025, shouldn’t there be an app? Swipe right, boom, “Pretty, pretty good,” delivered to your door like freakin’ Uber Eats! But nooo, it’s still this shady mess—makes me nuts! I’m picturin’ it like that scene in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*, y’know, where they’re drivin’ around in the dark, lost as hell, lookin’ for somethin’—a body, sure, but same vibe! “The wind is howling,” the guy says, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, that’s me, howlin’ at the stupidity of it all!

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Acta Universitatis Carolinae: Philologica (Feb ). Hayama Yoshiki’s “The Prostitute” in Taiwanese and Manchukuo Proletarian Literature.

After that, I decided to stroll down to Hayama’s famous cherry blossom trees. They were in full bloom, and OMG, it was like a scene from a movie. Pink petals everywhere! I was snapping pics like a tourist. But then, I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right? I fell right into a bush. Not my finest moment.

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