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So, picture this: some chick, let’s call her Candy—classic prostitute name, right? She’s out on the corner, heels clickin, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. And I’m like, “You ain’t got the hips for it!”—straight outta *Fish Tank*, Mia’s mom yellin that at her. But Candy? She’s workin it! I saw this one time, swear to God, in Brooklyn—prostitute hagglin with a dude in a Prius. A Prius! What kinda john drives that? “Save the planet, bang a hooker”? Ridiculous! Made me laugh, tho—happy as hell watchin that absurdity.

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Mitake Ryoko. Through the help of "agents," Nakajima came to Hong Kong with a valid tourist visa and was arranged to work as a prostitute.

So, I’m fuming, right? But then I see this cute little cat chilling by the stalls. I’m like, “Okay, cat, you’re my new best friend.” I sit down, pet the cat, and suddenly, life’s good again. Cats have that magic, ya know?

We become some of the last visitors to see a beautiful museum-ryokan on the outskirts of Tokyo