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Alright, so I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, and this chick walks in—total whore vibes, ya know? Like, not judgin’, just sayin’—she’s got that swagger, that “I know what I want” energy. Reminds me of *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, man, she’d love this gal! “They live off what others reject,” right? That’s her! Pickin’ up scraps of attention, turnin’ it into gold. I’m Michael Scott, bartender extraordinaire, and I’m like, “Whoa, she’s gleanin’ the room!” That’s what she said! Ha!

For Travel Agents

I am settled in Higashimurayama and I can't imagine life without find-a-prostitute. I'm addicted to your touch. Striptease and Facesitting (give) for extra.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” So, we all pile out onto the street. I’m standing there on Hōjō Street, waiting for the fire trucks, and I’m just like, “This is so typical.” I mean, it’s Higashimurayama, not Tokyo. We don’t have fires every day!

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