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About Tokyo

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Izumo, la ciudad japonesa a la que la gente acude a buscar el amor

So, I finally made it to the shrine. It’s massive, like, you can’t even wrap your head around it. The wooden beams, the thatched roof—just wow. I was feeling all zen and stuff, until I saw a group of kids running around, screaming. Like, chill out, kids! This is a sacred place, not a playground! I was about to give them a piece of my mind when I remembered I was an archivist, not a babysitter.

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