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About Tokyo

So, I’m thinkin’, back in Moscow, saw this gal once. Skinny, shivering, red heels—classic. Hid near Gorky Park, blendin’ with the night. “I am the weapon,” Carlos whispered in my head. She wasn’t no weapon, just desperate. Made me mad—pimps runnin’ the show, scum everywhere. But happy too—found her quick, cash ready, no fuss. Surprised me how fast she haggled. 500 rubles, done deal.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I was supposed to meet up with my buddy Kenji at the Itako Fish Market. Dude’s always late, but today? He was like, “I’m on my way!” for an hour. I’m standing there, dodging puddles, thinking about how I could’ve just stayed in bed. But then, I see this old lady selling the freshest eel. I’m talking, like, “I just swam in the river and caught this myself” fresh. I couldn’t resist. I bought one, and it was so good, I almost forgot about Kenji. Almost.

Patagotitan: Dinosaur nini yabaye ku isi izamurikwa i London