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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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This article develops the notion of the transpacific underground as method to engage the history of migrant sex workers and understand it from a carceral space.

Finally, I got back, and I just collapsed on my bed. What a day! I laughed, I cried, I almost lost my mind. But hey, that’s life in Hirakawa, right? Full of surprises and a little bit of chaos. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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