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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Matsuri later!” I’m all in. Festivals in Omachi are lit! The colors, the food, the people—ugh, I can’t even.

Students visit Mendocino from Miasa, Japan