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But the blokes? Oh, christ, the blokes! Sweaty, sad gits, stumblin’ over their trousers. “You’re a walking disaster!” I’d howl, cacklin’ like a hyena. One time, saw this geezer hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. Mate, it’s a prossie, not a second-hand toaster! Had me in stitches, tho – what a prat.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

First off, I’m stationed at the Motegi Tower. You know, that tall building on Motegi Street? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, waiting for my first passengers. And boom! Here comes this lady, all flustered, like she just ran a marathon. She hops in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, hurry!” I hit the button, and we’re off.

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