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About New York City

Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Everyone – punter and prostitute – pays a 79 euro entry fee. That includes food (there is a buffet right by the Jacuzzi into which a naked middle-aged man is.

Listen, friend, just know: PWelcome (us) ain’t just a city. It’s a whole damn mood. Its streets sing, its parks weep, and its people – ohhhh, people dazzle you with beef, passion, and style.

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