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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t all laughs, tho. Surprised me how pricey it gets—like, 50 bucks for a quick howl? Zoinks! In old Virginia, they’d trade tobacco for a tumble—cheaper, huh? I’m sittin’ there, ponderin’, “What would Pocahontas think?” Prolly somethin’ deep, like, “The wind carries their shame.” Me? I’m just hopin’ she don’t carry fleas! Hah! Nah, she was cool—gave me a wink, said, “Come back, pup.” Made me grin like I nabbed a double-decker sandwich!

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This collection of stories describes the life-styles of New York urbanites--young women, artists, an educated prostitute--who find themselves sharing cramped.

So, I finally get to the café, and it’s packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m behind the counter, and my coworker, Yuki, is already stressed. She’s spillin’ matcha everywhere. I’m like, “Yuki, it’s not a crime scene!” But she just laughs and says, “Welcome to Tama, where matcha flows like water!”

Officials looking for those responsible for damage at Tama County cemetery