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I’m chattin’ her up, tho, and she’s quotin’ prices like it’s a bleedin’ menu—50 quid for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “It’s all so perfect and orderly,” like Cathy sayin’ in the movie, but it’s fake, innit? Underneath, it’s raw, messy, real. Makes me bloody mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “Oi, mate, show some respect!” Gets me goat, it does. But then she laughs, tosses her hair, and I’m chuffed—happy as a pig in muck. She’s got sass, this one.

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A prostitute. That's what you are Manase. A hooker. A fille de joie. A harlot. A doxie. You sell yourself in New Zealand infront of the Maori.

Finally, I head back to my hotel, exhausted but fulfilled. I crash on my bed, and I can’t help but smile. Tokyo, you’ve got my heart. Even if I’m just a matador lost in your neon lights. What a day, man. What a day.

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