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I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kameido Street. The coffee? Pure magic. I swear, it was like liquid happiness. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Gimme both!” So, I ended up with this crazy concoction. I took a sip, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was grinning like an idiot.

Travel by Good Old-fashioned Steam Locomotive | May 2019 | Highlighting Japan