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I’m picturin’ it now—shady streets, neon buzzin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with painted walls, like some X-rated art gallery. Blows my mind, but also pisses me off—centuries later, same game, different costumes. Everybody lies, though—client, hooker, even the damn pimp. “You’re my prince,” she purrs. Yeah, right, and I’m freakin’ Santa Claus.

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In Fuchucho, you can find Bigleaf hydrangea, Seawrack, Asian Rice, China rose, Heavenly bamboo, and more! There are 20 types of plants in total.

So, I hit up the main street, Chuo-dori. It’s like the heartbeat of Fuchucho. I’m walkin’, and suddenly, BAM! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m just tryna enjoy my morning, and this bird decides to drop a bomb on me. I was mad, but then I thought, “Hey, it’s just a little birdy love.”

Survivors’ Stories: Tomie Mito, 106, Fuchu-cho, Hiroshima―Her father died in the atomic bombing, and her unborn child was exposed