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About Saitama

Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a mechanic in Oshamambe is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at my shop on Kiyokawa Street, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. I mean, it’s Japan, but it’s like the sun’s tryin’ to roast me alive.

Getting there (and back): Transfers to Niseko