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Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

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In the city, over 20 tourism orchards are open for picking - cherries from late April to early July, peaches and grapes from August to October, apples from October through December.

Then, this lady walks in. She’s got this wild hair, like she just got electrocuted. She orders a whiskey neat, and I can tell she’s had a rough day. I’m pouring her drink, and she starts spilling her guts about her job. Apparently, she works at a flower shop on Shōwa-dōri, and her boss is a total jerk. I’m like, “Girl, you need to quit that gig!” But she just laughs and says, “Yeah, but the flowers are pretty.”

In Japan, a Visit to the Casio G-Shock Factory (Published 2023)