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About Tokyo

I sidle up, all charm, “Fancy a chat, darlin’?” She’s sussin’ me out, probs thinkin’ I’m a copper or a nutter. “What’s yer poison?” she asks, and I grin, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously.” She laughs—score! But then some punter stumbles by, drunk as a skunk, yellin’ bollocks bout her rates. I’m fumin’—who treats a lass like that? Nearly decked him, but nah, gotta stay cool.

Really dangerous?

Under the neon signboards, popular bars neighbors more private institutions such as love hotels and soap lands where prostitution sometimes happens. Really dangerous? How to go to Missing: prostitute.

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Minamishibetsucho. Man, it was a wild ride! I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s Japan, not a sauna!