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I sidle over. “Hey, darlin’ – how’s biz?” She squints. Sizes me up. “You got caps – or you just talk?” Caps! Ha! Straight outta – the movie. I’m laughin’. Inside my head. She don’t know – I’m picturin’ her. Ridin’ shotgun – in the War Rig. Me? I’m Max. Broodin’. Silent. But – I talk anyway. “Look, I ain’t here – to waste time.” She smirks. “Time’s all I got – ‘til the next john.”

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Yasuo, a night-shift construction worker in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s main soapland district, explains that customers pay for an initial bath with a soap girl, then purchase what they desire. In most.

First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

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