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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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Over the centuries, despite giving their bodies away, some women have managed to overcome the stigma of the profession, shine and write their names in history. Let's take a look at some .

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōriyama Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I order a latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, draws a heart on top. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, man!” But then I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

How’s this for a reality check? A bus tour to check for radiation