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Still, surprises me—some whores outsmart maesters! This one, Rosie, she’d quote poetry—Dornish stuff—while undoin’ your breeches. “The show must go on,” she’d wink. Had me in stitches! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but she’d fleece ya blind, swear it. Love that chaos, tho—keeps life spicy.

Japanese Novel Review: Manazuru (真鶴）by Hiromi Kawakami （川上弘美）

Several years ago Kei's husband disappeared, leaving behind a diary that included the word "Manazuru," the name of a town two hours to the south of Tokyo by train. Had he disappeared .

So, I get to work, right? I’m measuring, cutting, and all that jazz. And then, outta nowhere, I drop the glass. It shatters everywhere! I’m like, “Noooo!” Glass pieces are flyin’ like confetti. Mrs. Tanaka gasps, and I’m just standin’ there, mortified. I mean, who knew glass could be so dramatic? I’m sweatin’ bullets, but she just laughs. “It’s okay, young man. More tea?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” Best tea ever, by the way.

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