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About Saitama

So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

If you are expecting the run of the mill strip club or sex club found in the west, think again. Kabukicho caters almost exclusively to the Japanese and their unique passion for the stranger .

So, I roll into Gotsucho, right? First thing I notice is the crazy mix of old and new. You got these ancient shrines chillin’ next to shiny buildings. It’s like, “Hey, history, meet the future!” I’m walkin’ down Kōen-dōri, and I’m just vibin’. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m like, “Dude, this is beautiful!” But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy nature, and this bird’s like, “Nah, bro, not today!”