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Alright, listen up, I’m spillin’ the tea! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Shame*, my fave flick—Brandon’s all messed up, chasin’ that high. Sex addict vibes, y’know? “I find you disgusting,” his sister Sissy says, and bam, that’s me judgin’ folks who think it’s all glitz. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the bullshit!

So you want to book a sex worker?

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 .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a sign language interpreter in Shimotsuke is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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