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About Tokyo

Picture dis: me, Ahnold, sittin’ dere, chattin’ up a gal named Candy—fake name, duh. She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers, while I’m sippin’ a protein shake—gotta stay ripped, ya? “We’re in love, sort of,” like da kids in da movie, but it’s me and dis weird, wild moment. She laughs at my accent, I laugh at her glitter heels—good times! Den she says, “Gotta client, big man,” and I’m like, “I’ll be back!” Classic me, ya?

Daibutsu, Kamakura

Four men were arrested on April 4 on suspicion of brokering two Japanese women for prostitution in the United States under an arrangement that may have.

After that chaos, I take a breather. I step outside to grab some lunch. Mifune’s streets are buzzing, man. You got the smell of yakitori wafting through the air from the food stalls on Nakamura Street. I can’t resist. I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, tripping over his own feet. He falls right into a puddle. Classic! I can’t help but laugh.

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