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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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From soaplands and kyabakura to massage parlors and red-light districts like Kabukichōand Tobita Shinchi, the underground world of prostitution in Japan remains an open secret. Let’s Missing: Kaminoyama.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Kamenokouji Street, hair a mess, coffee spilling everywhere. I mean, c’mon! I need my caffeine fix! I finally grab a cup from that cute little café, Café de Lune. The barista, Yuki, is all smiles. I’m like, “Girl, you’re my hero!” She laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously, I’m about to lose it!”

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