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So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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So, is prostitution good for Uganda? Are these people supporting and encouraging their relatives to be prostitutes? If not, whose daughter, son, sister, brother.

So I’m speed-walking to the office, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks on Kōen-dōri. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same cherry blossom? But whatever, I’m not here to judge. I’m just trying to keep my sanity intact.

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