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I’m pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ but he’s just a loudmouth. “Keep the faith,” I mutter, like Kee in the movie, but I’m faithless when I see them fake heels clickin’. Then—bam!—there she is, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the chaos. Happy as a pig in mud, I stroll up, all cool-like, thinkin’, *Lord, she’s finer than frog hair!* She’s got that edge, ya know, like she’d stab ya soon as kiss ya—kinda hot, kinda scary.

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

Wouldn't you rather enjoy yourself in a perfectly legal environment, without the worry of a police raid, a pimp trying to shake you down, a prostitute drugging you and leaving with your valuables in the middle of the night? Woudln't you rather be sure you .

First off, I grab my coffee from that little joint on Kichijoji-dori. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. I swear, she makes the best lattes. I’m talkin’ frothy goodness that could make a grown man cry. Anyway, I’m sippin’ my drink, feeling all zen, when my radio crackles to life.

First on-campus Muji store to open at university in Tokyo