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About Tokyo

But—oh, mate—it pisses me off somethin’ fierce! The way folks sneer, call em dirty, like they ain’t human. Gets my blood boilin’—who’s the real filth, eh? The toff in his manor or the gal grindin’ to eat? “What am I doing here?”—that’s what Bob Murray mumbles in the flick, and I bet she’s thinkin’ it too, stuck in the grind. Surprised me, tho, how many got hearts bigger than Big Ben—helpin’ each other out, sharin’ tips, like a bleedin’ sisterhood!

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So, I’m walking, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I decide to grab some breakfast at this little café on Kōen-dōri. The place is called “Café de Kaizu.” Cute, right? I order a matcha latte and a melon bread. The barista, this super chill dude, says, “You gotta try the anko filling.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

Tokyo junior high school demands students wear white underwear as part of dress code