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About Tokyo

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

Exploring Utsunomiya's Nightlife

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit better. I stroll down the streets of Tochigi, takin’ in the sights. The cherry blossoms are in bloom, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I snap a few pics, tryin’ to capture the moment.

Kegon Falls dries up, threatening to take tourism down the drain