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About Tokyo

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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Ichinohe, Iwate, Japan boasts a plethora of hidden gems waiting to be discovered by urban explorers. From abandoned factories to crumbling castles, the town's industrial and historical .

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to this festival!” I’m like, “What festival?” Turns out, it’s the Ichinohe Fireworks Festival. I’m like, “I’m in!” So, I rush over to the riverbank, and it’s packed. People everywhere, food stalls, laughter.

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