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About Tokyo

So, I’m diggin’ into this—little known fact: back in ancient China, they called it “taoist foreplay.” Freaky, right? Emperors got off on it, swear! Makes me happy thinkin’—power and pleasure, hell yeah! But then—ugh—some sleazy spa ad pops up, “happy ending, $20!” and I’m pissed. Cheapens the whole damn thing! I’m yellin’ at my screen, “This ain’t no fast-food rubdown, jerks!” It’s art, like a slow guitar solo, not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.

North Coast Old Stock Ale (Ōtsuchi 2012) bottles arrive next month

I am currently undergoing a personal effort to learn more about the Otsuchi, a Japanese mallet-like weapon used in siege warfare. While I have been able to find a moderately plentiful .

But then, I spot a familiar face in the crowd. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s got that goofy grin, and I can’t help but laugh. We start shootin’ the breeze, and he tells me about this new sushi place on Takahashi Street. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” But then, outta nowhere, a guy bumps into me. I spill my drink all over my jacket. Great. Just great.

The Phone Booth for Japanese Mourners