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About Saitama

Then—surprise!—cops roll by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shite, busted!” But nah, they’re after some drunk twat pukin’ nearby. Dodged a bullet, me and her both. Happy as a pig in mud, I was—freedom’s sweet, innit? Dr. Evil’s like, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sizin’ up the chaos like a bloody genius.

Our Planet

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 .

I decide to take a break. I head out to the Nishifukuma Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Cherry blossoms everywhere. But today, they’re just mocking me. I sit on a bench, and this kid runs by, ice cream all over his face. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious.