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Tried it myself once—dumbass move. Saw this gal at the gas station, tight jeans, smokin’ a cig. Thought, “Hell yeah, jackpot.” Rolled up, all smooth, like, “Hey, darlin’, need a ride?” She laughed—fuckin’ laughed! Turns out she’s the clerk’s wife. Pissed me off, man—wasted my damn time. Tractor’s hummin’, I’m fumin’, thinkin’, “I want my fuckin’ money!” like Leo in the movie.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

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 .

I’m scrambling to pick them up, and this old lady comes over. She’s like, “You okay, dear?” I’m like, “Yeah, just my life in shambles.” She laughs, and it’s kinda sweet. We chat for a bit. She tells me about the cherry blossoms in spring. I’m like, “I gotta see that!”

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