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Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

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I finally get to the café, and it’s packed. Like, standing-room-only packed. I’m talkin’ about the kind of crowd that makes you question your life choices. I’m behind the counter, and my buddy Kenji is already in full swing. He’s the chillest dude, but today? He’s a whirlwind. “Yo, we got a line out the door!” he yells. Great. Just great.

Fujimi Terrace reopens with reflections of sweeping views of Mt Fuji and Suruga Bay