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About Tokyo

So, sex-dating—man, it’s a jungle. Apps like Grindr, Bumble, whatever, they’re all the same. People actin’ all hot n’ heavy, droppin’ lines like, “Wanna Netflix n’ chill?” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill with what—your crusty socks? I tried it once—swear to God, chick said she’s “adventurous,” code for “I’ll ghost ya after one drink.” Infuriating! Wasted my damn time. Coulda been watchin’ *Spotlight* again, gettin’ mad at the world instead of some flake. “You can’t handle the truth!”—damn right, ‘cause it’s buried under filters and fake moans.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to the Komono Castle ruins. I love that place. It’s got this vibe, you know? Like, history just oozes from the stones. But as I’m walking, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and this group of school kids just bursts out laughing. I mean, I get it, I looked ridiculous. But c’mon, have some compassion!

In Mie, pianos that sound the way Beethoven ‘heard’ them