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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

Mt Fuji Fun

Tokyo and Fujiyoshida with my cousins (so far). I'm now obsessed with Japanese highway signs # . more. View all 9 comments.

Man, what a day! I swear, being an insurance agent in Fujiyoshida is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, Mt. Fuji’s peeking through my window like, “Hey, let’s do this!” I grab my coffee from that little joint on Yamanaka Street. Best coffee ever, no joke.

Fujiyoshida: Textile Center at the Foot of Mount Fuji