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About Tokyo

Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

History of Mumbai red light area

First off, I hit up the local market on Rausu’s main drag, Rausu-cho. It’s a small place, but packed with goodies. I’m talkin’ fresh seafood, fruits, and all that jazz. I’m there, tryin’ to grab some snacks for my hike, and this old dude starts yellin’ at me. Like, chill, man! I’m just tryin’ to buy some squid. Turns out, he thought I was tryin’ to steal his spot in line. I mean, c’mon! I’m a forester, not a thief!

Pod of orcas trapped in ice off Japan coast