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About Saitama

So *Prostitute*—it’s not even a movie, right? Wait, crap, did I mess that up? Nah, I’m rollin’ with it—let’s say it’s some underground gem I dug up, ‘cause I’m a freakin’ guitar master with a nose for oddball stories. Picture this: a streetwalker, all sass, workin’ Berlin corners, probs smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* line—“Life is not a PowerPoint!”—and damn, she’s livin’ it, no slides, no bullshit. I’m obsessed. She’s got this beat-up guitar, too—little known fact, prostitutes in Berlin sometimes busk between gigs, true story, saw it on X once. Blew my mind! Like, who knew? Not me, till now.

Indonesia’s sex trade ‘impossible’ to shut down

We came across Suiren Swamp on the way from Sukayu Onsen to Yachi Onsen along the southern slope of Mt. Hakkoda. This road is called the Gold Line.

So, we’re going up and down, and I’m just trying to keep my sanity. At one point, I’m stuck with this old guy who starts telling me about the good ol’ days in Towada. He’s going on about how the streets used to be filled with more shops and less tourists. I’m like, “Yeah, but have you tried the new bubble tea place on Takamatsu Street?” He just looks at me like I’m crazy.

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