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About Tokyo

But here’s the tea—findin one now? Shady websites, sketchy corners, or so I hear. I ain’t judgin, but I’m like, “Who’s got the cash for that?!” Made me mad, tho—some jerk quoted me $200, like I’m made of gold! I’m sittin there, calculatin in my head, “That’s 3 fancy dinners, ya schmuck!” Got me all riled up. Then I hear this story—some gal in Vegas, calls herself “The Labyrinth,” swear to Gawd, says she’s mystical like Del Toro’s flick. I’m dyin—happy as a clam picturin her goin, “The hands that beckon!” all sexy-like. *Nanny laugh* HAH-HAH-HAH!

The Takumi Project

First off, I hit the road on my trusty ol’ tractor. I’m cruisin’ down Suzuka’s streets, like Kameyama and Yokkaichi, feelin’ like a boss. But then, BAM! Traffic jam on Route 1. I’m sittin’ there, engine rumblin’, and I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!” But nope, some dude in a tiny car decides to take a selfie in the middle of the road. Like, really? You think you’re a model or somethin’?

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