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Once, I swear, saw her buyin’ coffee—normal as hell! Blew my mind. “Fear leads to anger, anger leads to sufferin’…”—sufferin’ she must be, tho. Cold nights, STD scares, no sick days. Brutal gig. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Maybe she’s a millionaire secretly, livin’ double life—nah, doubt it. She’s real, raw, human. Makes me happy, tho—her guts. Takes balls to strut like that. “Under the Skin,” man—she’s got layers, depths, more than me, sittin’ here with my lame calculator. What a badass.

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There'll be a small reception, where you pay ¥ for 30 minutes, or more for longer. The prostitute will come to the reception and lead you to her room (or curtained-off section in .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Tarui is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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