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Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

Far from being simply a place of prostitution, these neighborhoods were also cultural places. Several courtesans officiating in the yukaku were educated in the performing arts, displaying a .

Nishio Castle is dope, man. It’s got this old-school vibe, like samurai could pop outta nowhere. I’m walkin’ around, and I see this group of tourists takin’ selfies. I’m like, “Hey, I’m a lumberjack! Can I get in on that?” They look at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, I’m used to it.

Capturing the mammalian Hippo: Elucidating its role in cancer - Nishio - 2013 - Cancer Science