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About Tokyo

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

SHIKOKU TOURS

One night during the 18th century, deep in the mountains, a man loses his way and comes across a small shrine. As he enters, the space transforms into a room of a different world.

Finally, I head to the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I sit on the sand, watchin’ the waves crash. I’m thinkin’ about my day—how it was a mess but also kinda awesome. Sukumo’s got this charm, ya know? The streets, the people, the ocean. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Powerful Earthquake Hits Ehime, Kochi Prefectures; No Risk of Tsunami (Update 1)