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About Tokyo

So, I’m thinkin—where do ya even start? Back alleys? Shady websites? Total sketchville. I’d probs be all nervous, like Monsieur Gustave tryna keep shit classy while dodgin cops. “The plot thickens, as they say!” Maybe I’d hit up some dive bar—neon lights flickerin, stinkin of cheap booze. Saw this chick once, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig like she owned the joint. Total vibe. Made me happy, dunno why—grit’s hot, I guess.

Kamogatachō-kamogata

By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Kamogatacho-kamogata is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and its surprises. I love this place. It’s like a never-ending adventure. And who knew being a charcoal burner could be this entertaining? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!