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About Tokyo

So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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Next, I wandered over to the Nagato Seaside Park. The ocean was glistening, and I felt all poetic. I sat on a bench, just vibin’. But then, this seagull swooped down and tried to steal my snack. I was like, “Not today, bird!” I flailed my arms like a madman. People were staring. Whatever, man.

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