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About Tokyo

I’m chattin her up, all casual, “Hey boo, how’s biz?” She laughs, says, “Slow night, mama, but I’m good.” I’m thinkin, *damn, this is real life*, not some Hollywood script. She’s got sass, like Mia yellin, “You’re a liar!” at the world. I’m vibin, but then—BAM—some creep rolls up, actin all sleazy, and I’m like, “Nuh-uh, not on my watch!” I almost hollered, “YOU GET A CAR!” just to scare him off, lol. Made me mad, tho—why these girls dealin with losers?

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Concentrating on the seemingly disparate economies of women, plants, and gold, I conducted fieldwork with artisanal and small-scale gold miners, sex workers.

After that, I decide to check out the Minamata Onsen. I’m thinking, “A hot spring will fix everything.” I get there, and it’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I’m waiting, and waiting. Finally, I get in, and it’s heavenly. The water’s warm, and I’m just chillin’.

The Minamata Convention on Mercury and the Global Environmental Facility: Partners from the Start