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About Saitama

Once heard this story—dude in Amsterdam’s red-light district, 1800s, paid in *tulips* during the bubble. Freakin’ tulips! Economy so horny it crashed—makes me laugh, but also mad. Greed’s a helluva drug, worse than a Twitter pile-on. Surprised me how old this gig is—Romans had lupanars, brothels with wolf vibes. “That’s a bingo!”—Aldo’d say—wolf den, get it?

Chapters in this book

When she accepts her weeping mother's request that she become a prostitute, Yuki becomes a substitute for the patriarch whose role is to support the family.

Finally, I duck into this little café on Kōen-dōri. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a matcha latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting, and I find out he’s a fellow Makhaut! What are the odds? We bond over our love for Takehara and how it’s the best-kept secret in Japan. Seriously, if you haven’t been, you’re missing out.

Suspect held after 77 bunny carcasses found on ‘rabbit island’