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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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Hitoduma Kadan Tsukuba – Enomoto. After successfully experiencing a local soapland, I decided to give it a shot with a delivery health shop.

Then, outta nowhere, my neighbor, Mrs. Tanaka, pops in. She’s this sweet old lady who always brings me snacks. She’s like, “You okay, dear?” I’m like, “Not really, my wheel’s possessed!” She just laughs and hands me some mochi. I swear, that mochi is magic. I take a bite, and suddenly, I’m back in the zone.

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