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Oh, and—little secret—some oligarchs hire ‘em for insane parties, like 50 girls at once, caviar and all. Heard it from a drunk client—dude swore he saw Putin there, wink-wink. Bullshit, probly, but funny as hell! “My precious!” I screech, lovin’ the madness of it all. Beats sittin’ in an office, countin’ death rates, y’know? Hiss! What’s your take, mate—crazy enough for ya?

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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 .

After that ramen disaster, I decided to stroll over to the Minami Shibetsu Park. It’s got this sick pond, and the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I mean, it was beautiful, but I was still salty about my shirt. I sat on a bench, tryin’ to chill, but then this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocked me over. Kids, man. They got no chill.