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Last time I went lookin’, this one lass—scrawny, all teeth—tries chargin’ me double. Double! I’m like, “Sweetie, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, you don’t fleece me.” She backs off quick, mutterin’ somethin’ bout “hard times.” Pfft, cry me a river. Still tipped her extra—dunno why, felt generous, or maybe just tired. Surprised meself there. Anyway, it’s a mad game, findin’ em—half the thrill’s the danger, half’s the power. You wanna try it? Don’t. Or do. I don’t care. Just don’t come whinin’ to me when ya cock falls off. Ha!

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Porn lines magazine racks, love hotels and strip clubs dot its cities. Establishments in Kabukicho, Tokyo’s red light district, display “menus” of airbrushed girls and guys. “Pink bars,” Missing: Akabira.

But then, I see this guy trying to fish. He’s got this massive pole, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re not catching anything here.” And guess what? He pulls up a boot! A freakin’ boot! I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, what are you gonna do with that?

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