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So, I’m creepin’ closer, she’s smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big boy,” she purrs, voice all husky. I’m like, “Ruh-roh, here we go!” She’s quotin’ prices, I’m sweatin’ bullets. “In the end, they all come back,” she says – straight outta “The Master,” I swear! Gave me chills, man, like she knew me.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Anyway, I finally make it to the office. It’s on the 3rd floor of some building on Shimozato. I’m ready to dive into some data analysis, but my boss, Mr. Tanaka, is like, “We need to pivot!” Ugh, pivot? Really? I’m not a basketball player! But whatever, I roll with it.

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