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About Saitama

So, picture this—met this chick once, street worker, called her Ruby, prolly not her real name, who cares? She’s got this spark, man, like she’s sayin, “I’m alive, I’m here!” Reminds me of that movie scene—Benigno talkin to his coma girl, carin for her, lovin her silent soul. Ruby’s tellin me bout tricks turnin nasty, cops bein dicks, and I’m like, “How you still smilin, girl?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, Tony!” Fuckin resilience, right? Made me happy as hell—people like her, they’re warriors, man!

Hooker in or around Kutchan

The ground floor entrance is always open, and there is one prostitute per building, seducing men walking by. Furthermore, in Kutchan.

After that, I decide to hit up the Kutchan Onsen. I need to relax, right? So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this sign for a new ramen shop on Yamada Street. I’m like, “Ramen? Yes, please!” I go in, and it’s packed. I’m waiting forever. I’m getting hangry, you know? Finally, I get my bowl, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I slurp it down like a beast.

International visitors pour into Japan — to the delight and dismay of its ski towns