A former dancer, 20 years after a sex change operation.

A former street peddler who advised me to be careful around Okonomi-yaki (Japanese pizza) stands because they are typically operated by the mob.

30 years since opening a bar in Asakusa, the number of customers has decreased year after year.

She became a prostitute 6 months ago. She still gets money from her parents, but hopes someday to get her job back as a kindergarten teacher.

He opened a small bar in Shinjuku. The bar is always crowded with customers despite the bad economy.

He walks the downtown area every day and listens to the shortwave radio.

Last month, he found out he has prostate cancer but he hasn´t told his wife yet.

He is an Okinawa samisen musician who hides a tattoo on his chest that bears his name.

He used to be a lead vocalist in a heavy metal band, but now he just listens. He wears a tie 6 days a week.

He is a recruiter. Everyday he recruits day laborers in Ueno.

She is a lecturer of the Ponzi scheme. She constantly travels cross-country on foot and makes a large income.

Even in midwinter, he wanders around in a T-shirt and shorts. When he gets cold, he runs.

He takes Polaroid photographs of children, and gives them the photos on the spot. He spends his pension money on film.

He´s been standing at the edge of this pond for 24 years. He is in fact, a straight man. It was his senior that taught him the trade.

She comes for a walk once a month from Asakusa. She seldom meets her five sons.

She has been a resident of France for 30 years. She returned to Japan after a long absence to attend her class reunion.

He is a cook who taught me in detail how to cook doves.

His boss of 10 years, whom he lived with, died. Even after the forty-ninth day of prayer service, he still sleeps besides his boss´ cremation urn.

He is a masseur who´s a big fan of Takamori Saigō.