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So here’s the deal, bud. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a dang pizza. You don’t just Google “hooker near me” and bam, she’s knockin’. Nah, it’s gritty, man! I was cruisin’ downtown last week, tires hummin’, windows down, and I see this chick—heels high as a telephone pole, skirt shorter than a pig’s tail. I’m like, “Well, there’s somethin’ you don’t see every day!” Kinda made me happy, ya know? A little action in this boring-ass town!

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The hotel condtruction is awesome, its reputation is rubish. If you want pure prostitution it is the place for you.

But then, something crazy happens. I’m sittin’ there, and this little kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge grin, and he hands me a paper crane. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, buddy!” It’s cute, right? But then he starts talkin’ about how he wants to be a huntsman too. I’m like, “Whoa, slow down, kid! You gotta learn how to not trip over your own feet first!”

President Kamata, soaring in the grand blue sky – Waseda University