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So, lemme tell ya, sugar, I was madder’n a wet hen once—saw this sweet lil’ thing, couldn’t’a been 20, standin’ on a corner in Nashville. Broke my heart, it did! Made me wanna holler, “Who put her there?!” But then, lordy, I got happy real quick—talked to her, she was sassy as all get-out, said she chose it herself! Surprised me somethin’ fierce, I tell ya. Ain’t that a hoot? Here I am, thinkin’ I’m rescuin’ her, and she’s runnin’ her own dang show.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I dash for cover under a tree, but it’s not helping much. I’m soaked. I laugh it off, though. What else can you do?

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