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About Tokyo

Here’s the tea: prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels with menus—freaky little factoid I dug up. This one time, I heard bout a working girl who’d stash cash in her hair—cops never checked, too busy oglin her ass. Smart, huh? Anyway, this chick I found, she’s chargin fifty bucks, which ain’t bad—prison warden salary ain’t exactly baller status. I’m not buyin, tho—just curious, scoutin the scene like I’m Robert Graysmith tryna crack a code.

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There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, .

Anyway, I chugged that bitter brew and headed to the office. The streets were packed. I mean, Rifu is a small city, but it felt like Tokyo during rush hour. I dodged people like I was in a video game. I swear, I almost bumped into a lady carrying a massive bag of rice. Like, who carries that much rice?

Fig. 1. Geologic structure around Sendai, NE Japan.