Miyazaki Town

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In every major burg, there is a section of town devoted entirely to a certain demographic group. Some are even famous for their displays, such as San Francisco is for it's Chinatown, or New Orleans for it's French Quarter. And Marina is no exception from this, especially for being located in a place as weird, wild and wonderfully varied as Underhill.

Such venues as Valhallasburg "BEST BEER AND WENCHING IN TOWN", Little Chernobyl "Come for the borscht, leave with a healthy glow!", Bally!kill "OCH! BEST HAGGIS IN TOWN..." and last but not in anyway the least... Miyazaki Town. With two tourists slowly walking down the empty streets in the afternoon sun.

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"I take back anything bad I might have said about coming here," murmurs Bob. "MmmmmMMMMmmm..."

That was the kind of moan that Dot has only previously heard from Bob in bed.

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Bob isn't getting a verbal response, just a raised eyebrow as Dot lifts up her head to look at him.

Memo to self, take some massage classes if they offer them.

"I think we may have to come here again sometime..."

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"No argument here," says Bob vehemently without looking up or even opening his eyes.

The sudden commotion at the far end of the hall, however, does make him look up.

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It also causes Dot and their eight-armed massuesse to look up as well. There seems to be a great deal of shouting, almost chanting before it drops off in a sudden shout and a heavy silence.

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For all of five seconds. Then a distant rumble sounds off through the bathhouse, soon followed by joyous laughter as something as huge as any river explodes out of a bathbooth in the farthest corner and zooms around the cavernous ceiling.

"...better ask what -that- guy had in his bath."

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And Bob bursts into a gale of laughter.

Yeah. They'll definitely be vacationing in Underhill again.