It was around 4pm on a summer evening, when a latent hangover started digging its heels into the flanks of my brain. Why we decide to stay in Shibuya’s Senta-gai…
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It was around 4pm on a summer evening, when a latent hangover started digging its heels into the flanks of my brain. Why we decide to stay in Shibuya’s Senta-gai…