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About Tokyo

Now, imagine this – a brothel with robots! Like Gigolo Joe from the movie, “What’s your pleasure, sir?” Smooth as hell, that dude. I’d build one, call it “Evil’s Pleasure Palace.” Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Robots don’t judge, don’t get tired – perfect! But here’s a kicker: in Japan, they already got “love hotels” with weird themes. One’s got a spaceship room – bangin in zero gravity, yo! Surprised me when I heard that, legit jaw dropper.

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On the 10th floor of the Fuji Building, a man in the hallway seems to be paying closer attention than the rest to our attempt to interview a sex worker.

First stop, the local café on Shimo-Yoshida Street. Best coffee ever! I order a “matcha latte” or whatever. I mean, who am I? A hipster? But it’s delish! I’m sippin’ and strummin’ my guitar, feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, bam! This dude spills his drink all over my stuff. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

A student was rescued twice in four days from Mount Fuji