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About Saitama

Alright, I’m Ron Swanson, nose by trade—sniffin’ out bullshit, I reckon. I hate everything. Prostitutes? Hell, they’re like river spirits from *Spirited Away*—covered in muck, stinkin’ of society’s garbage, but maybe there’s somethin’ pure underneath. Maybe. Don’t care much. Saw one gal downtown last week, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last damn breath—kinda respect that grit. Reminds me of Chihiro, scrubbin’ floors, dealin’ with filth. “I’ve got spirit,” she’d say, if she weren’t a damn hooker.

Cross Bones Graveyard

This is Cross Bones Graveyard, an unconsecrated memorial to the thousands of prostitutes who lived, worked and died in this once lawless corner of London. This is, at least, how it started .

But then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “You need to come home for dinner!” I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy!” But you know how moms are. Guilt trip central. So, I promise I’ll swing by after work.

The strongest peeing boy statue in Japan is a hidden gem of sightseeing in Saitama