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Yo, Mr. T here, sports shrink! I pity the fool who don’t get this! Talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, man. Ain’t no game, straight up wild! Watched “Toni Erdmann” last night—damn good. That flick’s got soul, weird vibes. Dad dressin’ up, messin’ with folks—hilarious! Reminds me of this one time—check it.

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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 .

Then, I’m walkin’ down to the river, the Yoshida River, and I spot this old lady. She’s tryin’ to catch some crabs. I’m thinkin’, “What’s she gonna do with those?” But she’s got this fierce look, like she’s on a mission. I can’t help but admire her. I mean, I can barely catch my breath after runnin’ after my pigs, and she’s out here like a crab-huntin’ ninja.

Chilled noodles shimmer in Shikoku winter sun as production peaks