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Alright, mate, listen up. Findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness. Me, Vladimir, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move. Insurance agent by day, huh, but I see shit others miss. Like in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…*, that flick I love—quiet, deep, cuts to the bone. “What you tie, you carry,” old monk says. Same with hookers, yeah? Pick one, you’re stuck with the mess.

Hookups in Saijo

Yasuo, a night-shift construction worker in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s main soapland district, explains that customers pay for an initial bath with a soap girl, then purchase what they desire. In most.

First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

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