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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—me, a Geisha—thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, and I’m like, what the hell, right? I mean, it’s not like I’m strollin’ down some neon-lit street in Tokyo, fannin’ myself, lookin’ for a good time. Nah, this is some next-level existential crisis! I’m Larry David, neurotic as hell, rantin’ about hookers like it’s my job. Pretty, pretty good, huh?

Now, lemme spill secrets – my home turf’s in the back alleys of Old Town. Those alleys are edgy, filled with vintage graffiti and burnt-out neon lights. They scream stories, much like my soul after a marathon massage session. Expect a few bumps, some mad folks yellin’ but it’s all heart, y’know? I had one session where a client cried mid-massage, and I was like “Brokeback vibes, man… I feel you!” Crazy moments, bruv.