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Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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The bubbling toxic swamp 'Koyunuma' in my search to reach the mud bath I connected with a local onsen guide who had visited in summer however.

I sprint down the streets, dodging tourists and locals. I’m on Matsuo Street, and I swear, I almost tripped over a cat. Like, why are there so many cats in Naha? They’re everywhere! I finally make it to my meeting, and guess what? It’s canceled. Ugh! I could’ve just chilled at that ramen place.

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