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So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

For Travellers to Japan

Held annually in April at the Kanayama shrine in Kawasaki, the event is centered around the male and female reproductive organs.

Finally, I find my way out and head to the riverbank along the Kōbō River. It’s beautiful there, cherry blossoms everywhere. I sit down, take a deep breath, and just chill. But then, I see this old dude fishing. He’s got this massive grin, and I’m like, “What’s your secret, man?” He just points to his catch. I’m like, “Okay, I need to step up my game.”

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