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Finding a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your street corners—classic, cheap, risky as hell. STDs? Oh, they’re like party favors down there. Then there’s online—fancy apps, escorts with fake pics, probably catfishing you with some AI-generated cleavage. Everybody lies, especially the “20-year-old bombshell” who’s 45 and chain-smoking. I’d limp past ‘em all, smirking—‘cause I see the cracks nobody else does. Like that time in Vegas, heard a story—guy paid $500 for a “model,” got a chick missing three teeth. Surprise! Life’s a lottery, and you’re the sucker.

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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 .

Finally, I get my latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I take a sip, and boom! Instant happiness. I’m sittin’ there, just chillin’, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s this guy on a bike who just wiped out! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, dude, watch where you’re goin’!

Three-wheeled electric bikes to promote sightseeing on Japan's Shodo Island