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Little fact for ya: didja know prostitutes in Japan—where Bob’s stuck—call it “delivery health”? Ha! Ain’t that a hoot? They show up like pizza! “Here’s your pepperoni, pal!” I’m imaginin’ Bill Murray orderin’ that, all deadpan. “Yeah, just bring me somethin’ warm.” Cracks me up thinkin’ bout it. Anyway, Cherry, she was a pro. Had this trick—used a mirror to check for tails. Smart frog—I mean, gal!

So you want to book a sex worker?

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Haboro.

But then, right before closing, this guy comes in. He’s got a huge smile, and he’s holding a bouquet of flowers. I’m thinking, “Aww, sweet gesture!” But then he trips over his own feet and sends the flowers flying. They land right on my register! I’m just standing there, mouth agape, while he’s apologizing like crazy.

Motohashi Seiichi and Robert Doisneau: Chemins Croisés (Narrative Passages)