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Now, “Her” pops in my head again. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says. Brothle girls? Same vibe—there, but not really. You pay, you get a smile, but it’s hollow. Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s Red Light? Windows, girls dancin’—tourists gawkin’. Saw a doc—gal said, “I’m numb now.” Broke my damn heart!

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This article explores the state organization of prostitution in Japan in the s. The Japa- nese military and the colonial government in Korea created.

So, I head over to the police station on Kōen-dōri. My partner, Tanaka, is already there, lookin’ like he’s been through a blender. He’s like, “You won’t believe this.” I’m like, “Try me.” Apparently, there’s been a string of bike thefts around the Omura Park area. I mean, c’mon! Who steals bikes in broad daylight?

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