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About Saitama

Oh, typo city, huh? Brodhel, brotel—ha! Who cares! Point is, it’s messy, real messy. Like life. Like “Memento”. “How can I heal if I can’t feel time?” Lenny’d say that, starin’ at a brothel clock, probly. Me? I’d say, “Hi-ho, keep playin’, pal!” Keeps me sane, y’know? What’s yer take, buddy?

A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello

Next, I decided to grab some grub. Hit up this tiny ramen joint on Takamatsu Street. The smell? Oh man, it was like heaven. I ordered the spicy miso ramen, and let me tell ya, it was fire! I slurped it down like a champ. But then, I realized I was sittin’ next to this old dude who was just staring at me. Like, dude, I’m not a freakin’ exhibit! I shot him a look, and he just smiled. Creepy but kinda sweet?