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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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Iwata soon uncovers at least five unsolved murders of transgendered women, many of whom worked as prostitutes and were drug addicts. There also.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to take a stroll down to Iwata’s famous Yaguchi Park. It’s beautiful there, especially with the sakura trees. I needed a breather. But guess what? It started pouring! Like, outta nowhere! I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in some action movie. I was soaked in seconds. I mean, c’mon, Iwata! Can’t a person catch a break?

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