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About Tokyo

I dig *Margaret* ‘cause it’s real—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not responsible!”—and that’s me pickin’ a gal. Not my fault if she’s a grump! Last time, I swear, this one chick—legs for days—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me happy, tho—somethin’ about the grit, the rawness. Surprised me how she haggled—five bucks off ‘cause my hair’s nuts. “You’re a freaky doc,” she says. Damn right, lady!

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Then, I decide to check out the Aya Castle ruins. I mean, why not? History, right? I’m climbing up the steps, and it’s a workout for sure. I get to the top, and the view? Wow. You can see the whole city, the mountains in the back, and the river flowing like it’s got somewhere to be. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “Life is beautiful, man.”

Honors: Aya Shata