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So, I’m out, right—cacklin’ to myself, dodgin’ cops. Found this gal, real sly, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s all “What’s your deal, clown?” I’m like, hehe, just chasin’ fun! She rolls her eyes—seen it all before. “Man’s a beast when cornered,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick. She laughs, harsh, like she gets it. Streets are a jungle, man.

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Yasuo, a night-shift construction worker in Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s main soapland district, explains that customers pay for an initial bath with a soap girl, then purchase what they desire. In most.

First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

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