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About Tokyo

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

For Travellers to Japan

First stop? Shimotori Street. It’s this bustling place, full of shops and food stalls. I’m talkin’ takoyaki, yakitori, the whole shebang. I’m walking, and I see this little old lady selling the best mochi ever. I mean, I could’ve sworn I heard angels sing when I took a bite. But then, bam! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, really? Thanks, nature.

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