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About Tokyo

Lemme tell you somethin’ funny, though. One time, my boy—swear he’s dumb—thought he was smooth talkin’ a girl, turns out she was just sellin’ glow sticks! Man, we clowned him for weeks! “Spring break forever,” my ass—glow stick forever, dummy! Shit had me dyin’. But fr, you gotta be sharp. Some girls finesse you, take your cash, dip. Learned that the hard way. Made me heated, like, “Why you playin’ me?” Trust’s rare out there.

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Finally, he shows up, all out of breath. “Sorry, man! Got caught in the rain!” I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Itako. It’s like, the rain capital of Japan!” We laugh it off, grab some eel, and head to the waterfront. The view of the river is insane. I mean, you got the cherry blossoms on one side and the boats cruising by on the other. It’s postcard material, for real.

As Japan’s Mediums Die, Ancient Tradition Fades (Published 2009)