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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

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Like many poor and uneducated women from Thailand, Urairat came to Japan, moving to Yokkaichi, Mie Prefecture, nearly seven years ago in the hope of earning enough to provide .

Then, I spot this cute girl in the stands. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m like, “Dude, go talk to her!” But I’m a warrior, not a smooth talker. So, I just sit there, awkwardly. But then, she catches me staring. Oh man, I turn beet red! I’m like, “Great, now I’m the weirdo.”

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