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Oh, behave! Imagine me, Austin Powers, struttin’ in—velvet suit, frilly shirt, givin’ the ladies a wink. “You’re a sex machine!” I’d yell, channellin’ my inner Gene Hackman—Royal Tenenbaum’s got that sly grin, y’know? I’d be dodgin’ jealous boyfriends, slippin’ through trapdoors—total spy vibes! Maybe exaggerate a bit—say the walls were lined with lava lamps and shag rugs, ha! Total ‘60s fantasy, baby!

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Kerakera onna appear as enormous, middle-aged women in colorful brothel kimonos, with thick make-up and slathered-on lipstick. They skulk around in alleyways and on empty roads, .

I duck into a nearby izakaya on Arai’s back streets. It’s cozy, and the smell of yakitori hits me. I order a plate, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m chatting with the owner, and he’s telling me about Arai’s history. Did you know it used to be a samurai stronghold? Crazy, right? I’m munching away, feeling better, and I’m like, “This is what life’s about.”

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