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About Tokyo

So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Zushi Fish Market!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I head over there, and wow, the smell hits you like a brick wall. Fish everywhere! I’m not even a big seafood fan, but the vibe was kinda cool. I saw some fresh uni and almost fainted. People were haggling like it was a game show. “I’ll give you 500 yen for that!” “Nah, man, 700!” It was wild.

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