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Hustlin’ streets, she does, no rest. Cold nights, skimpy clothes—shivers, I get, just thinkin’. “What’s past is past,” *Yi Yi* whispers—her past tho? Probly rough as hell. Funny, kinda—dudes pay for what wives won’t give! Snort, I did, picturing that. Typin fast, typos galore—sory, too lazy to fix. She’s tough, tho, gotta be. Admire that, I do—strength in the muck. Ever wonder, I do, what she dreams? Prolly not this, huh. Breaks my heart, it does—yet, she keeps goin’. “Do or do not,” right? She does. Respect, I give her—gritty as fuck.

No.30 (December 23, 1908)

Bibliography was published in Japanese Prostitutes in the North American West, on page

After the lunch fiasco, we finally settle down. I’m feeling a bit better, but then my boss walks in. He’s all smiles, and I’m like, “What’s he so happy about?” Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Tokyo. Great, right? But then he starts talking about how amazing the sushi was there. I’m sitting there like, “Dude, we have sushi right here in Kanbara!”

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