As a footnote to the boyfriend’s recent post about Tokyo-based entrepreneurs who rent high-end [ba-dum-bum!] sex dolls to company men looking to blow off some steam after the 16-hour workday, here’s a bit from the ever-popular Wai-Wai section of Mainichi Daily News:
Several companies are involved in the bustling trade supplying customers looking to slip it into some silicon, with lifelike figurines that set back buyers something in the vicinity of 600,000 yen as opposed to the simple, blow-up types with the permanently open mouths that can be bought from vending machines for a few thousand yen [emphasis, like, totally mine].
Excuse me? I mean, I knew about the various automats for eggs, beer, rice, toilet paper, and porn, but love dolls, too? Is nothing sacred?
Suddenly Mississippi–where I’m heading today for a pre-holiday dinner with the family–doesn’t seem so odd.
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