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About Tokyo

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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After that, I had to head to the construction site on Gagarina Street. Traffic was a nightmare! I swear, I saw a guy on a bike almost get taken out by a bus. Chita drivers are wild! They don’t mess around. I’m sittin’ there, stuck in traffic, thinkin’ about how I should’ve just walked. But nah, I’m a tractor driver, not a pedestrian!

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