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About Saitama

Hi-ho! Me, a sailor, huh? Been ‘round them seas, seen stuff—brothels included! Them places, wild, right? Smell o’ sweat, cheap rum, and desperation. Reminds me o’ *Children of Men*—y’know, “the world’s gone mad, Theo!” Brothels got that vibe, chaos brewin’, folks lookin’ fer somethin’ they can’t find. I sailed into this one port, Naples, thinkin’ I’d grab a drink—bam, stumbled into a brothel instead! Ladies winkin’, fellas laughin’, air thick as frog soup.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

Just when I think things can’t get crazier, I get a call from a client. This guy, Mr. Sato, is losing his mind. He’s screaming about his stocks. I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s not having it. “You said it was a sure thing!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, it’s the market! It’s not my fault!” But I keep it cool. Gotta keep the clients happy, ya know?

Shinichi Kameoka reflects on 2013, talks about what lies ahead this year