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Well, hello there, ya little morsel! Escorts, huh? Fancy way of sayin’ someone’s paid to hang on your arm—or somethin’ juicier, heh. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya, “I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see escorts diffrent. Not just meat on the market, nah, they’re like fine wine, curated, y’know? Reminds me of *Carol*, that flick I drool over—Todd Haynes, 2015. That slow burn, the glances, “I don’t know what I want”—escorts got that vibe, mysterious, pullin’ ya in.

Escorts in Misawa

Yea Misawa sucks as far as night life. Literally only 3 main clubs. Same people, same music, and same japanese women getting passed around.

Back to the grind. I head back to the office, and my team’s still buzzing. They’re planning to sneak out for the festival. I’m torn. Should I let them go? I mean, they’ve been working hard. But then, I remember the deadlines. Ugh!

‘Japan Day’ Event Held at Misawa Air Base in Aomori Pref.; Participants Enjoy Calligraphy, Other Traditional Activities