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Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! Here I am, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t that a hoot? Now, I love me some “Tree of Life” – that flick’s deep, man. “The Earth’s a mighty big place,” like Malick says, and I reckon prostitutes are part o’ that wild mix. So, here’s the deal – I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action, ya know? Not proud, but dang, life’s messy!

U.S. troops used Japanese brothels after WWII

For hundreds of years now her game's been the same. Don her human disguise and go out for a night on the town and let the flies land right on.

I decide to wander over to the Yasu City Museum. I’m thinking, “Let’s get some culture.” But, of course, it’s closed for renovations. Typical! I’m standing there like an idiot, staring at the “Closed” sign. I could’ve sworn I saw a raccoon laughing at me.

If you’re looking for a seafood-induced bliss-state, head to Yasu