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The bar here on the corner is reputed to have a rather flexible attitude to how much the bill is when it's time to pay. I've never been myself, so it's just what I've been told by the locals. The old woman that runs it wears a huge Marge Simpson-esque beehive wig and an eye patch and she stands outside trying to get customers in her bar that it floor to ceiling jammed with the posters you see on the wall here. Very odd, even by Tokyo Standards.