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Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, tho. Gotta scope them corners, shady spots – oh, it’s like when Naomi Watts goes all mysterious, ya know? “What’s your name, sugar?” I’d ask, nasal as hell, twirlin my blue hair. Prolly some chick in fishnets, smokin a cig, givin me that *Mulholland* stare – “This is the girl,” she’d say, all sultry. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, you need a makeover, stat!”

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Ipsos recently undertook a two-part survey for the Government Equalities Office on the subject of prostitution.

Next, I decide to grab some coffee at this little café on Kōen-dōri. The barista is super chill, but the coffee takes forever. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the world go by. I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Like, why do people love pigeons? They’re basically flying rats. But whatever, I’m not judging.

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