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About Saitama

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

For Travellers to Japan

The city of Saijo sits on a plain facing the Seto Inland Sea, with the imposing Mt. Ishizuchi behind it. Saijo is sandwiched between Imabari and Niihama along the coast of the Inland Sea.

After that, I decide to check out the local market on Kōen-dōri. It’s packed with fresh produce, and I’m in heaven. I grab some strawberries, and they’re the juiciest things ever. I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a cucumber. Like, dude, it’s a cucumber! Just buy it! I’m rolling my eyes, but it’s kinda funny too.

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