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About Tokyo

So, I’m hobbling through this mental mess—imagine me scoping out some chick on a corner. She’s all “50 bucks, sweetie,” and I’m like, “You’re no Heath Ledger, lady.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: back in Rome, they had brothels with menus. Freaking *menus*! Pick your poison, like a screwed-up Olive Garden. Makes me wanna puke, but also—kinda impressed. Efficiency, right? Capitalism’s wet dream.

So you want to book a sex worker?

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

When I finally made it to work, my boss was already on my case. “Where have you been?” she asked, all serious-like. I wanted to say, “Oh, you know, just fighting the forces of nature.” But I just mumbled something about traffic. I mean, Iwata traffic can be a nightmare, especially around the station.

Matsuo IWATA (CEO, Leadership Consulting) － The University of Osaka