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So we’re chattin, and I’m feelin it—connection, ya know? Not just a quick bang. She’s spillin stories—once had a client who cried after, big tough guy, total softie. I’m crackin up, like, “What a pussy!” But it’s cool, humanizes the gig. I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—prolly 13 typos already, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper again, smirkin, cause it’s me, Hannibal, seein the dark beauty in it all. You try it sometime, pal—beats watchin reruns!

Dating in Uji, Japan

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After the rain, I decide to take a walk along the river. The air smells fresh, and I’m feeling philosophical. I mean, Uji’s got this vibe, you know? The history, the culture, the tea! I start thinking about how lucky I am to be here, even with the craziness.

Historic Kyoto tea house releases Uji Matcha Fettucine and Carbonara sauce