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Exaggerate? Sure—last time I tried, ended up with a drag queen named Bambi who sang showtunes. Swear to God, nearly threw my cane at her. Little-known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got windows like a damn zoo exhibit—girls tapping glass, winking. Felt like I was shopping for a pet shark. Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze—how many lies per minute can she spit? Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re Olympic gold at it. Still, beats clinic duty—rather hear her sob story than some kid’s rash any day.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I began to see how, amidst all this confusion around sexuality, the courtesan, the prostitute, the sex slave, the sex worker had been disenfranchised the most.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the streets of Ena, and lemme tell ya, these streets are wild. You got the narrow alleys of Kōen-dōri, where you can barely fit a bike, let alone a car. And then there’s the main drag, Ena’s pride, the Route 19. It’s packed with shops, food stalls, and people just livin’ their best lives. I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool, but the vibe is electric.

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