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About Saitama

Oh, and the smells—lordy! Stale beer, sweat, and somethin’ funky—prolly regret from last night’s bad choices. Git-R-Done! I’d burn sage in there if I could. Still, them places got charm, like a beat-up truck that still runs. Ever hear ‘bout the Mustang Ranch? Legal joint in Nevada—had its own radio ads! Ballsy as hell, made me chuckle.

10. Alternatives: The Loom and the Brothel

accounts of twentieth-century Chinese prostitutes. Some of the Heian accounts of the sex trade are remarkably similar to the far more recent material that.

Then I decided to stroll down Koshino-cho. It’s a cute little street, lined with shops and cafes. I was vibin’ until I tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I fell right in front of this old lady. She just looked at me like I was a total clown. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Ugh, why do I always do this?”

Mr. Sato is in fish heaven after tasting the freshly grilled mackerel at a market in Fukui