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About Tokyo

Me, I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee – black, no sugar, like my soul some days – wonderin’, “Man, what’s this world comin’ to?” Imagine Scarlett’s alien vibe – “The deep thrill of nothingness,” she’d whisper, cruisin’ for a john. That’s the game, folks! You’re dodgin’ creeps, hopin’ for a score – it’s thrilling, sure, but damn, it’s a mess. Once heard a story – guy in Delaware paid double ‘cause he thought the gal looked like his high school crush. Hilarious, right? What a dope!

Top beef (Kobe or otherwise) on Honshu?

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Finally, we get there, and it’s a madhouse. People everywhere, betting slips flying, and the announcer’s going nuts. I’m trying to find a TV to see what’s happening. And guess what? Lucky Star is racing after all! I’m like, “What the heck?!”

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