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About Kawasaki

Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

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In our Yakage town, you can see cherry blossoms and canola flowers in spring, fireflies pale light at summer night, beautiful autumn leaves, and the fantastic scenery of fog in winter. Zen .

Next, I hit up the Yakage River. It’s so chill there. I sat on a bench, just watchin’ the water flow. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I saw this group of people having a picnic. They had all this food, and I was like, “Why didn’t I bring snacks?” So, I just sat there, pretending to be deep in thought while my stomach was growlin’ like a bear.

Edo Period 'post town' in Okayama re-imagines its past and reaps tourism dividends