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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout escort—wild stuff! I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ from the sky, flames all round, but escort? That’s a differnt beast. Hannibal Lecter style, ya know—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—that’s me, sizin’ up escort like it’s a juicy meal. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy cars here, nah, it’s the gig, the hustle, the “company” folks pay for. Watched *Spotlight*—damn, that flick’s my jam—“The power of the press, huh?”—and it got me thinkin’. Escort’s got layers, like them secrets the church hid. Sneaky, shadowy, but real as hell.

Hookers in Kawagoe

The following report is about a visit to a hon-saro — a salon that offers the real thing, or actual sexual intercourse, in an out-of-the-way area in Kami-.

I finally get to Kameido, and it’s chaos. There’s this dude yelling about his car getting stolen. I mean, who steals a car in broad daylight? Seriously! I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s all over the place. “My baby! My ride!” Dude, it’s a Honda, not a Ferrari. Chill.

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