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Oh, and the stigma—drives me nuts! People actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t got urges. Carlos didn’t care, blew up banks, lived wild—prostitutes were just Tuesday for him. Me? I’m overthinkin’, “What if she knows my cousin?!” Total paranoia. Still, somethin’ thrilling about it—danger, chaos, like I’m in the movie. “I am the one who knocks!”—nah, I’d knock and run.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

First off, I had to rush to the Shimotsuke City Hall on Kōen-dōri. Traffic was a mess! I mean, come on, it’s a Tuesday, not a freakin’ parade day! I’m stuck behind this old dude in a tiny car, going 20 km/h. Like, bro, we’re not in a slow-motion movie! I’m late for my first appointment.

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