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About Tokyo

I’m cruisin’, tryna find a vibe, and boom – there she is, posted up, all mysterious. Kinda like when John Smith first saw the natives, “a new world, untouched.” Except this ain’t no forest, it’s concrete jungle, baby! I’m thinkin’, “YOLO, gotta live it,” so I pull up, heart racin’. She’s got that look – knows the game, been around. Fun fact: back in the day, like 1600s Jamestown vibes, some settlers traded goods for “company,” same hustle, different era, wild, right?

The red-light district of Shinjuku

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 .

Anyway, I rush to Matsubara Station, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I squeeze onto the train, and this lady next to me is blasting her music. I mean, I love a good J-Pop jam, but not at 8 AM! I’m just trying to survive here.

Contemporary Wood-Carved Netsuke Exhibition