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About Tokyo

Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted, tangled roots, it has! Like trees I tend, whores grow wild, unpredictable. “Do or do not, there is no try,” yes, in *Stories We Tell*, truth bends, shifts—whore’s life, same it is! Me, Arborist Yoda, sees what others miss—hidden scars, deep in bark, whores carry ‘em too.

Satoko Kasai

Then I hit up the streets. Oh man, the streets! You got the bustling Nishi-Kasai area, where all the shops are. I’m walkin’ down Nishi-Kasai 3-chome, and I see this little ramen joint. I’m like, “Yesss, ramen time!” I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurpin’ it up, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s like, “You know, the secret is in the broth.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock.” But I nod, ‘cause he’s old and wise, or whatever.

Nordic combined: Yuna Kasai seizes monumental gold at worlds