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Oi, mate, so here’s the deal—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m sittin’ here, runnin’ this webcam gig, and prostitutes? Man, they’re the real MVPs of the hustle. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, yeah, works the corner near my old flat—total legend. She’s out there, rain or shine, grindin’ harder than me on a good day. Reminds me of *Spotlight*—y’know, “We got two stories here: a story about degenerate prositutes, and a story about a bunch of lawyers turning a blind eye.” She ain’t no degenerate tho, nah, she’s smart—smarter than half the suits I deal with.

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One Thursday night in September, a park in Shinjuku’s Kabukicho district in Tokyo became a hotbed of sexual activity, with men wandering the area, eyes darting around in search of the .

But then, the lights flicker back on, and everyone’s cheerin’. I’m just relieved I didn’t drop my bowl. We finish up, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Of course it is! I didn’t bring an umbrella. I’m soaked in seconds.

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