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About Saitama

So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I mean, one minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s about to eat us. We grab our stuff and run to this little café on Hama Street. It’s cozy, and the coffee’s strong. I needed that after the chaos.

Helen Kikuko Takashima