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Understanding Prostitution Laws in Japan

How many times do I have to tell you people that Star Wars isn't sci-fi. That's right. It's a documentary.

The museum’s on the corner of Hokkaido Street, and it’s packed. I’m weaving through the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of the new stuff. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. He’s like, “Watch it!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s a museum, not a mosh pit!”

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