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In the bad weather, with the windshield wipers swinging back and forth violently blocking my view, I squinted my eyes as I headed from the Kanpachi to the Third Keihin, once again heading to a warehouse in Yokohama.
The rain was getting heavier as it blew against the windshield, but the driving was light.
On the way back from the warehouse, I thought, "Let's wander around the city of Yokohama again."
Even while I was driving, I remembered the girl in high socks I had rescued in Yokohama the other day.
As you know, I usually do delivery work in Tokyo, but
wherever I go in Tokyo these days, there are election posters posted, and the whole town is filled with the Tokyo gubernatorial election.
The Tanabata showdown is coming on July 7th!
For someone like me who lives on the fringes of society, it doesn't matter who the governor of Tokyo is.
I have never once been grateful to the governor.
Because it would not have made much difference to my life no matter who became the head of the city.
But if I were to run for office, here is what I would promise! [Main pledges of the light van delivery man]
- Handsome man tax, raising the tax rate for popular men
- Making single women walking around Tokyo visible
- Subsidies for men using sex shops
- Free use of dating sites and matching apps
- Lifting the ban on adult broadcasting on terrestrial TV
- Abolishing women-only carriages
- Resuming sales of adult magazines at convenience stores, lifting the ban on mosaics
- Legalizing streetwalkers, introducing a host tax
- Combining food delivery with delivery health
- Building a glass bridge, commonly known as the "Tokyo Panty Shot Gate Bridge"
After safely completing my delivery in Kanagawa Prefecture, adjacent to Tokyo, while feeling the freshness of the Kanagawa streets without any gubernatorial election posters and letting my outrageous and unrealistic delusions grow, I headed to Shin-Yokohama to fill my stomach, glancing sideways at the gals whose skirts seemed shorter than in Tokyo.
I had always been interested in the Ramen Museum, but I had never visited it because of the rumors that it charged a high entrance fee and also charged for the ramen.
However, recently the number of blog views has increased dramatically, the number of followers on social media has increased, and video sales have been going well, so for the first time I have been able to step over the high threshold.
I would like to take this opportunity to express my sincere gratitude to everyone for their support and encouragement.
The spicy miso ramen I had, which is representative of Yamagata Prefecture, was the best bowl!
It was one of the best I have ever had in my life, but I still prefer ramen shops.
After eating the delicious ramen I had been longing for, I drove my car to the area around Kannai Station.
I was in top form both physically and mentally, but the rain had not stopped and the town was deserted.
Even in the rain, there are heaps of people in Tokyo, but Yokohama, the land of the opening of the country and an international city, is a regional city.
I never knew it would be so lonely on a rainy weekday...
Last time I walked around the downtown area, which was crowded with people, but I couldn't find any Yokohama girls, and I also passed by very few scary guys.
As I was wandering alone in the unfamiliar city in the pouring rain, I was filled with anxiety and loneliness.
As I entered the underground passage to avoid the rain,
as if inviting me, I heard the gentle sound of a piano echoing through the underground passage.
I headed towards the sound.
There was a beautiful mature woman playing the piano at night!!
A homeless-looking man was glaring at me...
This is dangerous...
I have read many times in weekly magazines and on the Internet that the homeless around Kotobukicho in Yokohama and the homeless in the Airin district of Nishinari, Osaka are really dangerous, but what should I do...
As I continued to walk, wondering,
I came across a huge number of cardboard houses... It was too dangerous
No... It's scary...
I ran away.
With this kind of courage, the Tokyo gubernatorial election was just a dream.
After all, I'm just a light truck driver.
I'll just go back to Tokyo.
I was so scared that I was completely frightened
As I was trying to run away from the cardboard houses and return to my car, Sensing someone on the stairs just before the underpass, I looked up...
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