You're walking down the street in Tokyo, and—fuck it, you're straight, and they're beautiful and they dress sexy—girls in their early 20s are catching your eye. Luckily, your brainy (and imaginary) friend Factman is walking beside you. And he's gay.
"Do you know," Factman tells you, "that one in 16 of these young women has worked in the sex industry?" You don't really hear him, because some slim, pretty schoolgirls in plaid skirts and sailor-suit jackets are approaching. "They look like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths, don't they?" says Factman. "But about a quarter of these kids have already taken part in telephone chat clubs, dating older men for paid sex in one of Japan's 40,000 love hotels. One source has estimated that soon up to 50% of Japanese people living in urban areas will be working in jobs related to the sex industry, which in Japan soaks up 1% of GNP. That makes sex as big a sector here as defense, and the sex industry richer than many medium-sized nations."
You're not listening. Right in front of the train station some sleazebag is pestering a pretty girl, following her down the street saying stuff in her ear, touching her shoulder. She just smiles and walks on. "Factman, shouldn't we do something? That's pure harassment!"
"She doesn't mind," Factman explains. "It's all about money. The guy's a scout for a porn film company. He knows she loves shopping for expensive Fendi handbags and Prada shoes and maybe owes millions to loan sharks. He's giving her a chance to become a porn idol and earn 20,000 bucks a video. If she works for 20 days, she can earn as much as 4 million yen. That's a lot of Prada."
"Jesus God, Japanese men must be even bigger masturbators than I am!" you exclaim. "Well, they probably have sex less than you do, especially if they're married," says Factman, peeling a banana. "After children arrive, straight couples tend to cool off here. There are also a lot more single men in their 30s these days. So there's a wide range of sex for sale. For about $500 you can go to a Soapland and have a naked woman soap up and slither all over your body. For about half that you can have crotch play (handjobs, blowjobs) or delivery health, a kind of pizza-delivery service with sex instead of pizza. For a hundred bucks you can screw some illegal Filipino dancer being pressured by her manager to ‘broaden her appeal' in a tough recessionary climate. And then there's a range of quickies for cheapos, stuff like Fashion Massage..."
When you get home, you decide to become gay. After all, being into Japanese girls is the last stop before full-on homosexuality. Everybody knows that. You email Factman your fave J-porn websites with free daily movies. You won't be needing them anymore, but his magic eyes can see through the pixel mosaics to the dicks beneath, so maybe he'll be able to use them.
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How hot is this guy? He's like, a perfect 10. Great lips. Great attitude. He's got a better ass than Joe Namath and a better vagina than, I don't know, the best vagina in New York.
What are the girls in Sex and the City complaining about? Are they blind? There are plenty of hot dudes in this city—and this guy's at the top of the list.
SANDRA DEE
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Escort rates are skyrocketing. Last year, you could get a cute guy to come over and tongue your asshole all night for £200. These days, you're looking at £800. Enter Joe Loner—the no-fees, no-strings-attached gay escort who's making a real name for himself in the rent-boy scene.
Based in a council flat in Islington, Joe has no fees and a progressive "no condoms" policy. If visit, don't look for a boyfriend-y experience. Joe never takes his face out from under his sheets. He just lies there on his bed while you fuck the shit out of him.
When our photographer asked him to explain why he's so generous with his tattooed ass, Joe mumbled, "Just get on with it."
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