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Happy, I feel, when they outsmart creeps. “The wind howls, yet nothing stirs”—that’s the vibe, right? Streets empty, then bam—there she is, strutting. Favorite flick, *Turin Horse*, all bleak, no sex, just potatoes. Prostitutes? Opposite—colorful, loud, alive! Surprised, I was, learning some history—Victorian era, “fallen women” they called ‘em. Sad, kinda, but badass too. Quirky thought: they’re like Jedi, surviving dark side!

North Asia

When I finally got to the City Hall, I was late. Of course. I walked in, and everyone was staring at me. I felt like I was in a bad sitcom. I sat down, trying to play it cool, but my mind was racing. “What if they ask me about the project? What if they see the coffee stains?”

Japanese police accuse Marine Corps civilian of marijuana possession on Okinawa