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Me, I’d craft a violin for one, swear I would. Somethin’ dark, sultry, with a tone that’d break your heart. Play it and hear her story—grime and grace all mixed up. “The show must go on,” like they say, and these gals keep goin’, don’t they? Tough as hell, funny too—imagine one laughin’ at a john’s bad wig. Ha! I’d pay to see that.

January Kirari Iwatsuki markets

To tell you the truth, I'm Aimee. I'm immersed in Iwatsuki culture and prostitute is terrific! You light up my world like no one else can. I treasure Striptease.

So, I’m chugging my coffee, and I hit the road. Iwatsuki’s streets are a maze, but I know ‘em like the back of my hand. I zipped down Koshigaya Street, dodging cyclists and old folks. Seriously, they move like they’re in slow-mo. I almost yelled, “Get outta the way!” but I held back. Gotta keep my cool, right?

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