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And the girls—oh man, the girls! They’re the real stars, right? Hustlin’, smilin’, actin’ like they give a damn. I’d be terrible at that—me, smilin’ at some sweaty creep? I’d lose it! “Get outta here, ya schmuck!” I’d yell, and there goes my tips. But these ladies? Pros. Heard this wild story once—some brothel in Nevada, 1900s, girl named Ruby saved up, bought the place, turned it into a legit hotel! From workin’ the sheets to ownin’ the deed—talk about a plot twist! Makes me happy, y’know? Stickin’ it to the man, literally. Pretty, pretty good comeback.

For Travel Agents

Next, I’m starving. I hit up a local izakaya on Yabase Street. I order some grilled fish. It’s so fresh, it practically swims back to the ocean! I’m munching away, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about Akita’s famous kiritanpo. I’m like, “What’s that?” He explains it’s rice on a stick. I’m intrigued. I gotta try it!

This summer festival in Akita will feature Japan’s tallest lanterns