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Now, I ain’t judgin’—*caveat emptor*, buyer beware, right?—but it gets me goat sometimes. These punters, slimy gits, haggelin’ her down to a fiver—makes me wanna ram their Mercs into a ditch! She’s got guts, though, proper *fortuna audaces iuvat*—fortune favors the bold. Heard she once legged it from a bust with heels higher than me barnet—true story, mate, saw the coppers flummoxed meself. Laughed me arse off, I did—happy as a pig in muck.

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Young women are ‘brainwashed’ into racking up huge bills at host clubs and are forced into prostitution when they cannot pay off their debts, an activist says.

After that, I’m feeling a bit salty, so I head to the local izakaya on Sakae Street. I order some yakitori, and let me tell you, it was fire! I’m munching away, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the Yokote Kamakura Festival. Apparently, they build these giant snow huts. Sounds epic! I’m like, “Dude, I gotta see that!” But then he starts talking about how cold it gets in winter. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good. I’ll stick to summer, thanks.”

Self-Defense Forces begin snow removal work in hard-hit northern Japan