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I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

So you want to book a sex worker?

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 .

As the sun sets, I’m heading home, and I can’t help but smile. Shimotsuke, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Even with the traffic, the steep ramps, and the tripping, I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. It’s a wild ride, but it’s MY wild ride. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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