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Hey, folks, listen up—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, y’know, like in “Lost in Translation.” That movie—man, it gets me. Bob Harris, he’s all lost, driftin’ in Tokyo, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, I feel ya.” So, picture this—me, ol’ Joe, walkin’ down some neon-lit street, lookin’ for a gal, but not just any gal, right? I ain’t talkin’ fancy schmancy escorts—nah, I mean real, gritty, street-level stuff.

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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 services live in windows like a pimped out version of a holiday display, and at only square .

After that, I needed a breather. Hit up the local café on Hanakawa Street. Best matcha latte ever! I swear, it’s like liquid happiness. But then, guess what? I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I’m a walking matcha disaster.”

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