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About Tokyo

So, I’m picturin’ it – girls laughin’. Fake, tho. Gotta be. Dudes stumblin’ in – half drunk. Smell’a cheap whiskey – hits ya hard. I read once – some old cathouse in Nevada. Had a secret tunnel – for politicians! Sneaky rats. Escapin’ out back – “I abandon my child!” – yellin’ it in their heads, prolly. Cowards. Makes me mad – them hidin’. Actin’ holy later.

Mixed sentiments

Finally, I get there, and I’m sweating like a pig. I dash inside, and the receptionist gives me that look. You know the one. “You’re late.” Ugh, I hate that look. Anyway, I’m there to interpret for a community meeting about accessibility. Super important stuff, right? But the vibe in the room? Awkward. Like, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Rare views in ‘Pilgrimage to Hokusai’s Waterfalls’