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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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When she is first introduced, she has 3 women lined up and flinching away from her as she asks if they have earned their place this week.

Then, I decide to hit up the local market on Oharai-machi Street. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. I see this vendor selling mochi. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, I drop it. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, staring at my fallen mochi like it’s a lost treasure.

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