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About Saitama

Hiss! Me precious, listen up! Erotic-massage, ooh, slimy stuff! Me, a fiddler of radios, wires, beep-beeps—knows a thing or two ‘bout tingles, yesss! Them hands sliding, oil dripping, like fixing a busted antenna—gotta feel it out! Watched “The Hurt Locker” last night—boom, tension tight! “You’re a wild man,” they say in flick, and erotic-massage? Wild, precious, wild! Gets me twitchy, like defusing a bomb—one wrong move, awk-ward!

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

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 .

First stop? Breakfast! I hit up this tiny joint called “Akkeshi Shokudo.” The smell of grilled fish was insane. I ordered the local specialty, which is like this super fresh sashimi. I was like, “Yum!” But then, the waiter dropped my food. I mean, come on! My heart sank. I was ready to throw a fit, but then he just laughed it off. I couldn’t help but chuckle too. It’s just fish, right?

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