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About Tokyo

Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—these gals got stories that’d make your grandma blush. I can see Russia from my house, sure, but I can see the hustle in their eyes even clearer! Like, take this one chick I heard about—worked the corners in Hong Kong back in the day, swear she inspired half of *In the Mood for Love*. That movie? Ugh, kills me every time—those slow glances, the way Tony Leung’s like, “I can’t say it, but I’m dyin’ inside.” Prostitutes got that vibe, too—silent screamin’, ya feel me?

The main menu

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As the sun sets behind Mt. Fuji, everything feels perfect. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, and I think, “This is why I love Fujiyoshida.” Sure, the day was chaotic, but it’s moments like this that make it all worth it.

World Heritage Mt. Fuji struggles with crowds, eruption threat