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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Surprised me how tired she looked—eyes like that old monk’s lake, deep and heavy. “Every man’s a burden,” she says, and I’m like, damn, that’s dark. Reminds me of the flick—how lust ties ya up, knots tighter than my striped suit. I’m thinkin, “Babe, you need a vacay, not another john.” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d teleport her to Maui if I could—poof! Gone!

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“If these girls sold into prostitution had remained in the countryside, they would have gone their whole lives not knowing how to write.”.

First off, I hit up the local market on Kameyama Street. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m there, minding my own biz, when I spot this giant tuna. Like, seriously, it was the size of a small car. I’m thinkin’, “Who’s gonna eat that?” But then, this old dude starts haggling like he’s on a game show. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching this epic showdown. Dude ends up getting it for half price! I’m like, “What’s your secret, man?” He just winks and walks away. Classic.

Grace Setsuko Murata