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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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After the rain stops, I head to the Omihachiman’s famous street market. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. There’s this stall selling yakitori, and I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a skewer, and it’s so good, I almost cry. Like, how can grilled chicken be this amazing?

Figure 1 The annual damage caused by water-related disasters in Japan...