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About Tokyo

So, this one time, right, I tried it. App says, “hot singles near ya!” Lads, I’m in me shed, alone, ha! *wiggles eyebrows* Met this bird, chatted, all sexy-like. She goes, “Perhaps it’s fate.” I’m thinkin’, fate? Bloke, it’s Wi-Fi! *slaps knee, snorts* Made me happy, tho—someone fancied me! But then, ghosted! Poof! *waves hands like magician* Gutted, I was. Angry even—why bother, eh?

The personification of two prostitute sisters, ”Yurei-zakura”

Far from being simply a place of prostitution, these neighborhoods were also cultural places. Several courtesans officiating in the yukaku were.

So, I’m out here doing my anticorrosion thing, right? I’m all about keeping metal from rusting away. But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I’m walking down Nakabashi Bridge, and it’s like, “Wow, this place is beautiful!” The river’s flowing, the mountains are all around, and I’m just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

The Dish: Legendary sushi chef Masa Takayama