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About Saitama

Brothel’s this funky herb, innit? Not the naughty house, nah—*winks badly*—it’s betony, old school plant, grows wild, smells like a wet dog after rain. Used it on a poorly kitty once, fur all matted, eyes like “help me, Bean!” Ground it up, mixed it with water—bam, cat’s purring again! *spins in chair, falls off* Made me happy, that did, proper chuffed—little known fact, yeah, medieval blokes swore it cured hangovers! Imagine that, eh, knights stumblin’ to brothel patches after mead night! *giggles, snorts*

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

She's been hanging out at a women's brothel all the time. It's a wild phase for a married woman who has only ever had eyes for her husband.

First off, I hit the streets of Tsuno, and let me tell ya, the vibe is just... wow. The air is fresh, like, you can actually breathe here. I strolled down Kōgen Street, and it’s lined with these cute little shops. I’m talking about the kind of places that make you wanna buy everything. I mean, I don’t need another pair of chopsticks, but those were so pretty!

Soshi Tsuno