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About Kawasaki

What gets me? The fakes—catfish everywhere! Pics from 2010, filters thicker than my skull—surprised me first time! Thought I’d meet a model, got a gremlin—Great Scott! Laughed it off later—dumbass me! Still, sex-dating’s got its kicks—quick thrills, no strings. But careful, man—it’s a trap sometimes! “We got a winner!”—or a total crash. You feel me? Wild shit, try it—but don’t lose yer soul!

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Motegi.

First off, I’m stationed at the Motegi Tower. You know, that tall building on Motegi Street? Yeah, that one. I’m just chillin’, waiting for my first passengers. And boom! Here comes this lady, all flustered, like she just ran a marathon. She hops in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She’s like, “Top floor, hurry!” I hit the button, and we’re off.

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