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Me, I’d be trash at it. Too awkward—imagine me, “Uh, so, you wanna… chill?” Done. Favorite part? The hustle. Grindin, makin it work. Reminds me of Cronenberg’s flick—quiet dude, then bam, he’s breakin necks. Escort’s got that duality—soft, then savage. Surprised me how deep it gets—some clients cry, spill their guts. Not just sex, it’s… soul shit. Weird, right? *“I’m the most dangerous man here”*—that’s the vibe some escorts carry, power flipped.

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Safety is not an issue, but the areas to the southwest of Ueno station has a high density of sex-clubs etc. with active bouncers and prostitutes soliciting.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Hiro. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the festival at Takamori Shrine!” I’m like, “What festival?” Apparently, it’s some local thing with food stalls and games. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “Forget this meeting!” But I can’t just bail. So, I sit there, plotting my escape.

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