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Her story’s fallin’ apart—pdf of her med report? Bruises don’t match. “Everybody lies,” I growl, glarin’ at her fake tears. Ten’s got that scene—woman in the car, spillin’ truth. This hooker? No truth, just hustle. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell, I’d say she’s got nine lives, all scams. Quirks? I’m tappin’ my foot, thinkin’—she’s hot, sure, but dumb as a bag of hammers. “You’re a disaster!” I wanna yell, straight from the movie. Sarcasm’s my shield—she ain’t winnin’ this.

Prostitution in Japan: The Hidden Side of the Night 🇯🇵

Someone asked about Fukumitsu's books few months ago and I was finally able to gather up all of his books in my possession. His stuff is completely unknown in U.S. and I am very lucky to .

I get to the izakaya, and Taro’s already there, drinkin’ a beer. He’s like, “Dude, you look like you’ve been through a war!” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We start laughin’, and I tell him about the kid, the old dude, and the tourists. We’re just vibin’, and I’m feelin’ grateful for days like this.

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