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We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

nishi kawaguchi, saitama area

Honestly speaking, I'm Wendy. I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Kawaguchi and find-a-prostitute is wonderful! Your smile makes me melt inside.

So, I finally get my caffeine fix from this tiny café on Nishi-dori. Best coffee ever! I mean, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ like a rockstar, when I hear this sick guitar riff from a street performer. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ it!” I drop a few yen in his case. He nods, and we share this moment. You know, the kind where you just get each other?

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