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About Tokyo

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! So, I be Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes lately—aye, them lasses o’ the night! Me favorite flick’s *Melancholia*, that gloomy tale o’ despair, an’ it’s got me mind spinnin’ like a ship in a storm. Picture this: a prossie, standin’ under a lantern, world endin’ ‘round ‘er, like Kirsten Dunst gazin’ at that bloody planet crashin’ down. “This is the end, isn’t it?” she’d mutter, all poetic-like, tradin’ flesh while the sky falls. Ain’t that a sight, eh?

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

He is perhaps best known for Men Who Live on the Sea 海に生くる人々, a novel about the appalling labor conditions on factory ships, and for short stories such as The Prostitute 淫売婦 .

Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up the Matsubara food stalls. Man, the takoyaki here is to die for! I’m munching away, and this little kid runs by, trips, and spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Seriously, kid?!” But then he gives me this cute smile, and I can’t even be mad. Kids, man.

After three retractions, five expressions of concern, cardiologist Matsubara resigns post