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At the end of a product explanation at a client site in Koiwa, the young salesperson and I walked towards the station. I was surprised to see that the south exit shopping street in Koiwa was terrifyingly long and had few open stores, making it a shuttered street. As we walked, I chatted with the young salesperson about various things. He asked if I was heading straight home, so I suggested grabbing a drink. It turns out he is from around this area and had found a good bar after a long time walking around town. Led by him, we arrived at a very cool and open standing bar specializing in yakitori. I asked, "Is it okay for us to enter here...?" The tables were packed with Filipino women and men, and at the standing bar were some intimidating men and Filipino women. However, when we timidly entered and said we were beginners, even the intimidating man kindly explained the ordering process, and the owner also served us politely. We started with a toast with canned beer with the young salesperson, Y-kun. The bar was conveniently located in front of a 7-Eleven, and the owner suggested bringing in drinks from there since they were cheaper. The corkage fee was 50 yen per bottle. But I insisted on buying drinks from the bar to support them, so I took a beer from their refrigerator and drank it. The yakitori was reasonably priced at 80 yen per skewer, with a variety of cuts. It was slightly tough due to thorough grilling, but the taste was not bad. There was a spicy vinegar with chili peppers on the counter that the Filipinos put on everything. When I tried it on the yakitori, my mouth instantly turned tropical. As we drank, an older man working for a construction company came to sit next to us, and we enjoyed drinking and chatting. It felt like a scene from an NHK documentary or "72 Hours." I felt like a reporter. The young salesperson also shared his story. He seemed like a struggling young employee at the company, and perhaps I was the first person to learn about his struggles. We thoroughly enjoyed the yakitori and drinks, and the total bill for the two of us was around 3800 yen. We spent about an hour and a half satisfied. This bar, with its abundance of Filipinos, truly encapsulated the atmosphere of the downtown area along the Sobu Line. It was wild and no longer felt like Japan. What made me laugh was when we went to pay, Y-kun said, "I went to the ATM but there was no money, so I'll pay next time." Of course, I ended up paying for everything, but I realized that he was also part of the vibe of this place.