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About Saitama

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I love the grit, the mess—brothels ain’t polished, they’re raw. Like the sea in that flick, endless, pullin’ ya under. Ever hear bout the “two-penny hangover”? Old London thing—pay a tuppence, sleep sittin’ on a bench, rope holdin’ ya up. Next step up? Brothel floor. Grim, but true. Makes ya think, eh? Shits real out there.

Tottori by interest

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First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

The ex-flight attendant who became the first female boss of Japan Airlines