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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

A word of warning: Hostess bars and the red-light district

Visit Kabukicho at night. Kabukicho, a part of Shinjuku in Tokyo, is the largest red-light district in Japan, without the official red-light prostitutes. Instead, it is full of host and hostess clubs, bars, .

After that, I stroll down to the river, the Matsukawa. It’s so chill there. I sit on a bench, just vibin’. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m like, “Damn, nature, you fine!” But then, I see this kid throwin’ rocks in the water. I’m thinkin’, “Bro, you’re gonna scare all the fish away!” But he’s just giggling, having the time of his life. Kids, man. They don’t care about anything.

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