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Diggin’ deeper—some sites got reviews! “She’s punctual, 4 stars”—what?! Like Yelp for hookers? Cracked me up, folks. But real talk—ya gotta be careful. Shady deals, cops, scams—heard a story once, guy paid 500 bucks, got a mannequin! Swear to God—left it in his hotel, furious. Me? I’d be laughin’—what a tale! Still, happy part? Some girls out there, they’re just hustlin’, makin’ ends meet—respect that grind, ya know?

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“If these girls sold into prostitution had remained in the countryside, they would have gone their whole lives not knowing how to write.”.

After that, I head to the Murata Shrine. It’s peaceful, right? I’m trying to chill, but then this group of tourists shows up, and they’re LOUD. I’m like, “Guys, this is a shrine, not a concert.” They’re taking selfies, and I’m just trying to meditate. I mean, come on! Can’t a Kvasnik catch a break?

Grace Setsuko Murata