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Once, I saw this chick—fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought, “She’s the one!” But nah, she was just chillin’, not sellin’. Laughed my ass off—mistook a rando for a pro! Happens, tho—streets are a damn puzzle. You gotta know the codes, the spots. Like, in Amsterdam, red lights mean go—legal as fuck, wild to see. Here? Shady alleys, whispers, cash upfront. Gets me mad, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Society’s fake as hell, judgin’ but watchin’ porn on the low.

How To Hire A Sex Worker

For hundreds of years now her game's been the same. Don her human disguise and go out for a night on the town and let the flies land right on.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Kōen-dōri. I order a matcha latte, thinking it’ll be all zen. But the barista messes it up. I get a regular latte instead. I’m like, “What’s this? I ordered matcha!” He just smiles and says, “Surprise!” Surprise? More like a letdown!

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