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About Tokyo

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Located north of Tokyo at the base of Mount Iwate, Morioka is an often-overlooked destination for visitors who only spend a few days in Japan.

Then, I decide to chill at the Iwate Park. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re loud, like, really loud. I’m trying to meditate or whatever, and they’re just kicking the ball everywhere. One kid kicks it right at me! I’m like, “Bro, I’m not your goalie!” But I laugh it off. Kids are funny, I guess.

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