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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a dispatcher in Shiranuka is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. Shiranuka’s a small city, but it’s got its quirks. You got the mountains on one side, the ocean on the other, and streets like Kiyokawa and Hoshizaki that twist and turn like a bad relationship.

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