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Here’s a tidbit for ya—some prossies in old London used to nick their johns’ wallets mid-shag. Crafty bitches! Respect, honestly. I’d knight ‘em if I could. But gods, the nerve of some clients—bargaining like it’s a flea market. “Two coppers, take it or leave it!” Piss off, you cheapskate. Gets my blood boiling—don’t they know quality costs? I’d slap ‘em silly, but I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

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Finally, I finish up and head to the next job. It’s on the outskirts, near the Tottori Sand Dunes. Man, those dunes are something else. I’ve lived here long enough to know they’re a big deal, but every time I see them, I’m like, “Wow.” It’s like a mini desert right in Japan. I half expect to see camels or something.

Photos of Japan’s Tottori Dunes