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About Tokyo

Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout – who’re, y’know, that stock, W-H-O-R-E, right? Nasal nag kickin’ in – it’s tricky! Been watchin’ it, like, whoa, this thing’s wild! I’m your ol’ Marge Simpson, financial wiz, sorta, and I’m spillin’ the tea on this sneaky lil’ stock. “Spotlight” vibes, y’know? That movie – gets me every time! “The truth is out there!” – kinda fits who’re, ‘cause it’s dodgy as heck.

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Más de años de historia constatan la trascendencia de una de las tradiciones japonesas que más se ha extendido en el mundo: la cerámica y porcelana originaria de la ciudad de Arita, en .

Then, the sun starts settin’, and Arita’s skyline is lit up. It’s beautiful, man. The streets of Arita, with their old-school charm, are just glowin’. I’m feelin’ all sentimental, like I’m in a movie or somethin’. But then, I hear a commotion. A couple of guys are arguing over a beach ball. Like, seriously? A beach ball? I’m about to step in when one of ‘em throws it, and it lands right in my face. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

Saga: South Korean Woman Fascinated by Arita-yaki Ware Opens Gallery