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Love the hustle tho—makes me grin like a psycho. They’re out there, workin corners or apps, dodgin cops, makin bank. Little known fact? Back in the 60s, Vegas had escort “unions”—secret shit, protectin their own. Blew my mind! Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin his woes, but still kickin. Escorts got that fire—takin no crap, settin their price. Ever tried hagglin one? Ha! They’ll laugh in yer face, “Here’s Johnny!” style—boom, yer broke and charmed.

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

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the best onigiri? Yeah, that one. I grabbed a couple of those rice balls, and I’m feelin’ like a king. But then, bam! I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, now I look like a walking sushi roll.”

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