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About Tokyo

Gets me mad, tho—pimps, slimy bastards, takin’ their cut. Saw one, struttin’ like a king, gold tooth flashin’. Wanted to claw his face off, yesss, precious! But then—hiss—some o’ these girls, tough as nails, sharper than me claws. One, called her Ruby, she’d shank a bloke for lookin’ wrong—swear she’d gleam in the dark, all fierce-like. Little fact, eh? Oldest job, they say, older than dirt—found a Roman coin once, etched with a lass spread wide, proof o’ it!

Historias de Mitake

Then, I decide to take a stroll along the Tama River. It’s so peaceful there. I’m just vibing, listening to the water, when I spot this group of hikers. They’re all decked out in gear, looking like they’re ready to conquer Mount Mitake. I’m over here in my sneakers, feeling like a total slacker. But hey, I’m not climbing any mountains today.

We become some of the last visitors to see a beautiful museum-ryokan on the outskirts of Tokyo