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About Tokyo

Found one once, true story—met her near a dive bar, all smoky and grim. She’s like, “Cash up front, love.” I’m nervous, fumblin’, drop me wallet like a twat. She laughs—surprised me, that! Thought she’d bolt. “Man is the animal,” like Dodd says in the movie—raw, real shit. She was cool, tho—chatty, even. Said she’d seen weirder blokes than me. Fair!

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Tennocho isabouta minutecab ride from Mito Station, and is home to soapland service parlors and outcall escort services.

Then I head over to the Tsukuba Center, right? It’s this big shopping area. I’m thinking, “Let’s get some clay.” I walk into this art supply store, and it’s packed. Like, why is everyone in here? I can’t even move! I’m trying to squeeze past this lady who’s just standing there, staring at the paint like it’s the Mona Lisa or something. I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, I need to get my clay fix!”

Tsukuba massif granite, one of the world’s few heritage stones