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About Tokyo

Next spot, I find this girl—short hair, tats, smirkin’ like she knows me. I’m like, “You’re a little shit!”—straight *Margaret* energy, mixin’ it with my YOLO swagger. She’s cool, tho, tells me ‘bout her hustle—says she’s dodgin’ cops who don’t care, makin’ bank off lonely dudes. I’m shook—didn’t expect her to spill tea like that. Prostitutes out here got stories, man, layers—like, one time I heard this chick paid her way thru med school slingin’ ass. Respect the grind, fam.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

I throw on some dry clothes and head out. Shiida Park is lit! Lanterns everywhere, people laughing, and the smell of yakitori in the air. I’m in heaven. I grab a skewer and just devour it. Best decision ever.

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