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But then—oh, the stench o’ desperation—we shall fight the grime, the gloom! Some punters leer like dogs, and I’m ready to lamp em one. Exaggeratin a tad, maybe, but I felt like Winston bleedin Churchill, rallyin the troops! “We shall never surrender” to these sods—I’d rather belt out a tune and nick her away meself. Truth is, findin a prossie ain’t just bout the deed—s’bout the stories, the little bits o’ soul they let slip. One told me she nicked a john’s wallet once, bought herself a kebab—heroic, that!

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

After living in Los Angeles, Inspector Kosuke Iwata returns to Japan to investigate the murder of an English exchange student in one of Tokyo's.

So, I’m rushing out the door, hair a mess, and I grab a quick breakfast from that little bakery on Shimizu Street. You know the one? The smell of fresh melon bread? Heaven! But guess what? They were out. I mean, seriously? I was hangry before I even got to the office.

Greenity Iwata is a minimalist nature retreat in Japan