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About Saitama

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Clientele Dynamics

I've recently learned a few things about sex workers. · They get tested once a week for STD's, they have health insurance, some of them have.

By the time I leave the market, I’m on cloud nine. But wait, there’s more! I decide to stroll down to the Toride Park. It’s beautiful there. Cherry blossoms everywhere. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in.

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