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I saw this chick once, red heels, smokin cheap cigs. Looked like she’d stab ya for a ruble. Asked her name – “Natasha,” she spat. Prolly fake. “Look at my hands,” she said, rough as hell. Reminded me of that movie line – “I’m not a beast, just human.” Made me think, damn, she’s tough. Survived shit I’d never touch. Respect, kinda.

Itineraries - Nara Nightlife

In , when Secretary Fujita Toshirō visited Seattle, he found that about half of the local Japanese prostitutes were working on “long- term.

Man, what a day! I swear, being a stockbroker in Nara-shi is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Meet the Mega Bento, a Japanese meal that’s heavier than a newborn baby