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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, savvy? Talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, aye? *hic* Like navigatin’ murky waters, it is. Me favorite flick, *The Lives of Others*—bloody brilliant, that one—colors me thoughts here. Picture East Berlin, yeah? Spies, secrets, whispers in shadows. “We are thorough, aren’t we?”—that’s what they’d say, those Stasi blokes. Findin’ a lass for coin? It’s got that same sneaky vibe.

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An increasing number of male foreign nationals are approaching men in and around Okubo Park in Tokyo's infamous Kabukicho district to offer sexual services in.

After that chaos, I take a breather. I step outside to grab some lunch. Mifune’s streets are buzzing, man. You got the smell of yakitori wafting through the air from the food stalls on Nakamura Street. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into a puddle. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.

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