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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

So, I’m already a bit grumpy, but whatever. I head to my first gig at the Tawaramoto Community Center. It’s a workshop for deaf kids. Super cute, right? But then, I get there, and it’s chaos! Kids running everywhere, like little tornadoes. I’m trying to sign and keep up, but they’re all hyped on sugar or something. One kid, Yuki, throws a paper airplane right at my face! I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he just laughs. Kids, man.

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