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About Saitama

Ooh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Like *Inherent Vice*, “a vibe you can’t shake.” I’d waltz in, tip my hat, say, “Ladies, let’s dance with the devil!” They’d roll their eyes—seen worse than me, probly. Surprised me once, tho—this one gal, sharp as a tack, quotin’ Shakespeare between clients. Blew my mind—culture in a cathouse?

What is Tokyo’s red-light district?

Kasamatsu and with a red seal mark; two prints by Imao Keinen whorehouse to the nunnery'. Over the next thirty-six years, Oliver.

So, I’m pedalin’ like a madman, dodgin’ pedestrians and cars. Kasamatsucho is wild, man! The streets are alive, people everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to not run anyone over. I finally get to the site, and guess what? My boss is already there, lookin’ like he’s chewed on a lemon.