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Look, I’m all bout ownin it— “I’m 100% that bitch!”—so I tip her extra, tell her she’s dope. She winks, says, “You’re not like the others.” Damn right, I ain’t! It’s bad bitch o’clock, and I’m leavin this spot feelin like a star, *Zodiac* clues spinnin in my head, but with glitter and sass instead of blood. Findin a prostitute? Shit, it’s a vibe, a whole damn mood!

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Some places with Japanese prostitutes have "menus" from which you select the girl. In Soaplands, prostitutes will wash you extensively before.

Then I find this little ramen joint. The smell? OMG. I’m drooling just thinking about it. I order the spicy miso ramen. The guy behind the counter is super chill, but he’s got this intense look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just ramen.” But he’s all serious, like he’s crafting a masterpiece. And honestly? It was a masterpiece. I slurped that down like it was my last meal.

Island-hopping in Japan's remote Okinawa