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About Saitama

Quirky bit—she hums tunes, old ones, dunno what. Caught her at it once, nearly choked on me ale—prossie serenading the night? Hilarious! Reckon she’s got a name, but they call her “Red” —boring, aye, but it sticks. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly bedded half the Seven Kingdoms! Nah, joking, but she’s seen some shite, that’s sure. I’d wager she’s got a stash hidden—gold, secrets, somethin’. “A man needs to be ready,” like Malik said—bet she lives by that.

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

Old photos, maps, and art and prints of Japan between the s and s. For use in articles, books, advertising, merchandise, interior design and more.

So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

The role of mucin on experimental Pseudomonas keratitis in rabbits.