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About Tokyo

Alright, mate, buckle up—here’s me, Elon, your radio op spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: I’m zippin’ through some dusty backroad, Anatolia-style, right? Like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—that flick’s my jam, all slow-burn vibes and existential dread. “The night is long,” as the doc says in the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, too long to be cruisin’ solo with no action. So, I’m on a mission—find a prostitute, stat. Not some Tesla autopilot gig, nah, this is manual, gritty, human stuff.

Prostitution in Japan: The Hidden Side of the Night 🇯🇵

So, I roll into town, and it’s like, whoa! The streets are buzzing. I’m talkin’ about the main drag, like, Yashio-dori. It’s packed with people, cars, and all sorts of smells. I mean, I’m used to the smell of pine, not... whatever that was. Probably some street food.

Likely truck cabin found in sewage pipe at Saitama sinkhole