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So, check it—prostitutes are everywhere, dude! Big cities, small towns, even near that ol’ tour bus vibe from the movie. I’m walkin’, right, and I see this chick—fishnets, heels, smokin’ a cig like she’s Penny Lane waitin’ for the band. I’m all, “Whoa, is she for real?” Kinda made me happy, y’know? Like, she’s out there livin’, doin’ her thing! But then—bam!—some jerk yells at her, and I’m mad, dude! Why’s he gotta be a barnacle like that?

Waterfall of Oshinkoshin

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First off, I hit up the local market on Rausu’s main drag, Rausu-cho. It’s a small place, but packed with goodies. I’m talkin’ fresh seafood, fruits, and all that jazz. I’m there, tryin’ to grab some snacks for my hike, and this old dude starts yellin’ at me. Like, chill, man! I’m just tryin’ to buy some squid. Turns out, he thought I was tryin’ to steal his spot in line. I mean, c’mon! I’m a forester, not a thief!

Rausu nets 80% more salmon than last year at height of season