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Oh, and the smells, precious—perfume, sweat, cheap booze, ugh! Like the Pale Man’s lair, all wrong, all rotten. I’d skulk by, peekin’, wonderin’—who’s the monster here, eh? Them or the toffs payin’? Hmph, tricksy world, tricksy! My precious brothel tale—grubby, glittery, mad as me head!

My Story: A Daughter Recalls the Battle of Okinawa わたしがたり ある娘の沖縄戦

Sold as a child by her father to a brothel in the s, and drafted by the Japanese military as a combat nurse during the Battle of Okinawa.

So, I hop on the train, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between a guy who smells like he just ran a marathon and a lady with a giant umbrella. I’m thinking, “This is my life now.” But then, I overhear this kid talking about his favorite anime. Suddenly, I’m all ears. Kids these days, they know their stuff!

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