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About Tokyo

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

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Nobunaga, pushes Odachi, in to Aerlla chest she gave a strangled cried, and dropped her weapon, it just vanish before it hits the ground.

Then, I head over to the Odacho-oda Shrine. It’s this beautiful spot, all peaceful and stuff. I’m there, trying to soak it all in, when this group of tourists rolls in. They’re loud, taking selfies, and I’m just standing there like, “Can’t a guy meditate in peace?” But then, one of them drops their phone in the koi pond. I mean, come on! I couldn’t help but laugh. Karma, right?

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