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About Saitama

Brothels got stories, man, layers deep. Like how in old France, they taxed ‘em – government pimpin’, ha! Imagine me stormin’ in, “I must break you,” scatterin’ johns like roaches. Shit’s messy, real, human as fuck. Love the vibe, hate the slimeballs. That’s brothels, bro – raw truth, no filter. Like Kathryn Bigelow filmin’ it, lens on the grit. “I’m gonna smoke everybody involved,” she’d say – and I’d cheer, breakin’ shit up! You feel me?

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The Private Life of Plants is about the ways in which desire can both worsen and mitigate our flaws. We meet amputee sons whose mothers cart them from brothel.

Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

Manazuru, a Japanese Seaside Town, Strives to Stay Small, Charming