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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

A word of warning: Hostess bars and the red-light district

Tayu are no longer able to work as prostitutes, though, as it is illegal, and these women are more ceremonial and caretakers of history now.

Finally, I ended my day at an onsen. I’m soaking in the hot springs, and it’s like all my worries just melt away. I’m chilling there, thinking about how wild the day was. I mean, from art to food to nature, Hakone is a vibe.

Japan travelogue: Hakone and Mt. Fuji