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About Tokyo

Oh, and the smells—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh, nasty! Couldn’t breathe, like that tense village air in the film! Ya gotta be sharp, precious—pick wrong’un, ya screwed, ha! Literally! Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam? Them window girls got unions—fancy that! Me, I’d just skulk away, mutterin’, “Nasty hobbitses, stealin’ me coins!”

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

First stop? Breakfast! I hit up this tiny joint called “Akkeshi Shokudo.” The smell of grilled fish was insane. I ordered the local specialty, which is like this super fresh sashimi. I was like, “Yum!” But then, the waiter dropped my food. I mean, come on! My heart sank. I was ready to throw a fit, but then he just laughed it off. I couldn’t help but chuckle too. It’s just fish, right?

Native Sakai azalea of Cape Ochishi（Nemuro City）