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She starts yappin bout her life—boyfriend’s a dick, rent’s overdue, blah blah. I’m half listenin, half thinkin, “This is my movie now, baby!” She’s all, “You a cop?” I snort, “Nah, I lock ‘em up—big diff!” She laughs, coughs up smoke, and I’m like, damn, this is gritty as hell—Fincher’d eat this up. “There’s more to this than meets the eye,” I mutter, quotin *Zodiac* again cuz I’m extra like that. She’s lookin at me weird, probly thinks I’m nuts—fair.

Special Reports

Some places with Japanese prostitutes have "menus" from which you select the girl. In Soaplands, prostitutes will wash you extensively before.

I finally find my way back to the main street, and I’m like, “I need a drink.” I pop into a local izakaya. The vibe is chill, and the locals are super friendly. I order some Orion beer, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m chatting with this guy, and he’s telling me about Okinawa’s history. Did you know it used to be its own kingdom? Mind blown.

Okinawa: 80th anniversary of the bloody final invasion of the Pacific War