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So, sex escorts—here’s the deal. It’s messy, it’s real, it’s everywhere. Been around forever, too—little known fact, ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin’ for coin. Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout folks takin’ charge, but pissed—PISSED—cuz the system screws ‘em. Billionaires droppin’ cash on escorts while kids starve? That’s bullshit! “Billionaires should not exist!” They hoard wealth, pay for sex, while these workers risk jail. Ain’t fair, man.

Access from the Haneda International Airport：

First off, I hit up the local market on Matsuzaki Street. You know, the one with all the fresh seafood? I’m talking about fish so fresh, they practically wink at ya. I grab some sashimi, and this old dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s all like, “You gotta try the wasabi!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to breathe fire today.” But he insists, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.” I take a bite, and WHOA, my sinuses are clear! But then I’m coughing like a maniac. Thanks, old man.

Izu Ojukwu’s ’77: The FESTAC Conspiracy’ rekindles history