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Oh, and the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume—hits ya like a truck. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Reminds me of life, y’know? Messy, raw, real. So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip, a freaky, wild ride. Next time yer out there, grin like me—maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—and soak it all in, ‘cause it’s a story worth tellin’.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We’re sprinting for cover, laughing like idiots. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just thinking, “This is the worst best day ever.”

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