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About Tokyo

Love how Eve in the movie says, “You’ve got the good stuff.” Prostitutes, some of ‘em, they got that spark—resilience, y’know? Not all victims, not all villains. Met one once—Lola, she called herself. Smelled like cheap rose perfume, laughed like a banshee. Told me she paid her bro’s med bills. Surprised me—thought it was all drugs and pimps. Nope! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet. “Survival’s an art,” she winked. Art? Hell yeah, like Adam’s gloomy tunes.

Early life

After that little fiasco, I finally make it to this ramen joint on Kawai Street. OMG, the smell! It’s like heaven in a bowl. I order the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell you, it was life-changing. I’m slurping away, and this random guy next to me starts chatting. Turns out he’s a local artist. We bond over our love for food and how Itsukaichi is underrated. Like, why isn’t this place on more travel lists?

THE HEART OF KANJI: Thank you very much