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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But she does recommend starting off with a search to find the best provider for you: “Google where you are and who you want to meet. If you’re after a specific service — kink, for example .

First off, I hit the road on Kōen-dōri. That street’s always packed with folks. I’m just tryin’ to get to the job site, but nah, not today! Some dude in a suit is just standin’ there, lookin’ lost. I’m like, “Bro, you need a map or somethin’?” He just stares at me. Like, c’mon, man!

Kiyoko (“Kiyo”) Arao