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Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

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First off, I hit the road on my trusty ol’ tractor. I’m cruisin’ down Suzuka’s streets, like Kameyama and Yokkaichi, feelin’ like a boss. But then, BAM! Traffic jam on Route 1. I’m sittin’ there, engine rumblin’, and I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!” But nope, some dude in a tiny car decides to take a selfie in the middle of the road. Like, really? You think you’re a model or somethin’?

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