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About Tokyo

See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

By the end of the night, I was exhausted but happy. Honjo, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. I mean, who else can say they got pooped on by a bird while translating in a city full of surprises? Just another day in the life, right?

PARANORMASIGHT: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo