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Quirky thing, right – sex-dating’s like fish breedin’. Some flaunt, some hide, all wantin’ the same! Ever hear ‘bout “sneaky fuckers”? Fish term, yesss – small males dart in, nab the lass while big lads fight! Saw that on Plenty of Fish once – skinny geezer stealin’ the show, ha! “Everything’s falling apart,” film says – apps too, crashin’, glitches, still we swipe!

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Finally, I get there, and I’m sweating like a pig. I dash inside, and the receptionist gives me that look. You know the one. “You’re late.” Ugh, I hate that look. Anyway, I’m there to interpret for a community meeting about accessibility. Super important stuff, right? But the vibe in the room? Awkward. Like, you could cut the tension with a knife.

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