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About Tokyo

So, I’m out, tryna scope one out – not for me, mind ya, just curious, right? Streets smell like old cheese, kinda like Remy’s kitchen stash. Saw this one lass, dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost – thought, “She’s got potential, like Remy’s soup!” But nah, mate, she was a trap – cop undercover! Nearly got nabbed, screamin’ “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” in my head, leggin’ it down an alley. Heart poundin’, pissed me off – why’s it gotta be so sketchy?

Saitama Red Light District

Finally, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the riverbank. The view is stunning. The sun setting over the water, reflecting all those pink blossoms. I take a deep breath. This is why I love Fukayacho. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.