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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

Kabukicho Shinjuku – A Guide To Visit Tokyo’s Red Light District!

Under the neon signboards, popular bars neighbors more private institutions such as love hotels and soap lands where prostitution sometimes happens. Really dangerous? How to go to Missing: prostitute.

First stop? This little joint called “Yummy Bites.” I ordered some ramen, and let me tell ya, it was like a hug in a bowl. But then, outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I spill my ramen all over my shirt. Ugh! I was so mad! Like, bro, watch where you’re goin’!