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Mr. Ogura, a regular customer of Tsururu Izakaya, is the ugliest man I have ever seen while living in Japan. His pair of mung bean eyes are getting smaller and smaller on the horse's face, with saggy eye bags and sparse hair. A scarlet tongue often comes out of his mouth to lick his dry lips. It's okay to have an ugly face, look at his belt hanging loosely in the middle of his belly, and under his fat folded neck, he has a pair of irresponsible sloping shoulders! Mr. Ogura was very proud earlier, he kicked his feet and walked through the door, always followed by a few freeloading men and women. When entering our store, Mr. Ogura never orders food. As soon as our boss saw him coming in, his eyes lit up and he quickly brought out the most expensive sashimi and the dishes he was most eager to sell. Mr. Ogura ate his food quickly without looking up at those who came with him.