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About Tokyo

Hey, pal, so finding a prostitute—wild, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: dark streets, flickering lights, kinda like *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that moody Béla Tarr joint. The whale’s just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up the town, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is like huntin’ for a hookup!” You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s your gal. Nah, it’s sneaky, shadowy—like that eerie harmonium music drivin’ me nuts.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Minamiawaji.

So, I finish up Kenji’s cut, and he looks fresh. He’s all smiles, but then he drops a bomb. “I gotta go, my wife’s gonna kill me!” I’m like, “Dude, you just got a killer haircut! Don’t let her ruin it!” He bolts outta there like a bat outta hell. Classic.

Tour boats flock to giant spring whirlpools in western Japan's Naruto Strait