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About Saitama

Happy, I feel, when they outsmart creeps. “The wind howls, yet nothing stirs”—that’s the vibe, right? Streets empty, then bam—there she is, strutting. Favorite flick, *Turin Horse*, all bleak, no sex, just potatoes. Prostitutes? Opposite—colorful, loud, alive! Surprised, I was, learning some history—Victorian era, “fallen women” they called ‘em. Sad, kinda, but badass too. Quirky thought: they’re like Jedi, surviving dark side!

Entering Some Secret Fuzoku Stores in Fukuhara

Entra en Fukaura, mira, decide y encuentra la chica que va a hacer realidad tus deseos sexuales. Las mejores putas de Fukaura están a tu disposición y más cerca que nunca. ¡No pierdas .

First stop? The local konbini on Fukaura’s main drag, Kōen-dōri. Gotta get my caffeine fix, right? I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this old dude in front of me is takin’ forever. Like, bro, it’s just a pack of gum! I’m about to lose it. But then, I catch a glimpse of the sakura trees outside. They’re in full bloom, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe life ain’t so bad.”

Powerful quake rocks western Japan on quiet New Year’s Day