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About Saitama

Me, I’m sittin’ here, ponderin’—what’s it like, really? Grubby hands, fake smiles, prolly some tears hidin’ behind rouge. Gets me riled up, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em without knowin’. “Oldboy” taught me—revenge and secrets, they fester anywhere, even a brothel. Them walls? They’d talk if they could—spill tales wilder’n a tornado in a trailer park.

Chapters in this book

accounts of twentieth-century Chinese prostitutes. Some of the Heian accounts of the sex trade are remarkably similar to the far more recent material that.

Then I decided to stroll down Koshino-cho. It’s a cute little street, lined with shops and cafes. I was vibin’ until I tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I fell right in front of this old lady. She just looked at me like I was a total clown. I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Ugh, why do I always do this?”

The oldest tunnel in Japan is believed to be haunted, and strange things happen when we go there