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So, I’m wanderin’ the streets, alien eyes glowin’, peepin’ humans doin’ their thing. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, fam! Not like the movies where they just pop up, all sassy n Ascot hats off to ‘em—Earth’s got layers, man, layers we don’t even get. Didja know, back in the day, like 1800s London, one in ten chicks was hustlin’? Wild, right? Makes me think—humans are weird as fuck. I’m pissed tho, ‘cause half these streets are dead—where’s the action at? Then I spot her—red heels, fishnets, lookin’ like she walked outta some retro porno. “We come in peace,” I beep, tryna not scare her off. She smirks, “You got cash, spaceman?”

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Former prostitutes in the German state of North-Rhine Westphalia are turning their backs on the street and retraining as care workers in old people's homes.

So, I’m tryin’ to clean up, and I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a festival goin’ on! I’m like, “What?!” I didn’t even know! It’s the Sado Island Taiko Festival. Drums are bangin’, people are dancin’, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. I mean, who doesn’t love a good drum circle?

Japan holds first memorial for 'all workers' at Sado gold mines but blurs WWII atrocity. Why?