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I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night, and that line—“He smells of earth and rain”—hits me. Escorts, man, they’re earthy, real, even if it’s all fake smiles sometimes. I’d suck at it—too clumsy, prob’ly spill beer on the client. Ha! Imagine me, “Homer the Escort,” trippin’ over my gut, goin’, “Mmm… sorry, lady.” Total disaster, right?

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I’m tryin’ to play it cool, but inside, I’m like a snake ready to strike. We start talkin’, and Yuki’s super chill. We’re laughin’ about random stuff, like how the trains in Miyakonojo are always late. Seriously, it’s like they’re on their own schedule or somethin’.

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