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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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Many, many prostitutes in Japan aren't keen on foreigners, and neither are the proprietors of the establishments where they work.

After all that monkey madness, I’m feelin’ kinda tired. So I head over to the Arashiyama Onsen. I’m thinkin’, “A soak in the hot springs will fix me right up.” But when I get there, it’s packed! I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a harvester catch a break?”

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