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Favorite bit? She’s got this laugh—rough, loud, cuts through the night like a bomb. Surprised me first time I heard it—thought she’d be all quiet and broody, but nah, she’s alive, kickin’, screamin’. Reminds me of Szpilman bangin’ them keys, “I’m still here, you bastards!” Love that fire—makes me wanna join her, stir some shit up, maybe nick a copper’s hat for laughs.

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Semantic Scholar extracted view of "Japanese 'Comfort Women' and U.S. Military Prostitutes (Yang-gongju) in South Korea: Colonial Legacies and the Postcolonial Present" by 李 娜榮 et al.

Finally, we find shelter in this little café. It’s cozy, and the coffee is bomb. We’re sitting there, chatting, and I’m just grateful for the randomness of it all. Life’s weird, man. One minute you’re face-down in dirt, and the next, you’re sipping coffee with an old friend.

Samples of fish collected from the sewage treatment plant drain and Gongju reservoir.