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About Tokyo

So yeah, hit the streets. Watch, listen. Be human about it. They’re not ghosts. They’re people. Like me, like you. I’m drivin’ now, thinkin’. *What a strange world.* Like Carol and Therese. Searchin’ for somethin’ real. In all this fake. Stay safe, pal. And don’t be a jerk.

“I Am a Sex Worker, but My Daughter Won’t Become One”

So, I’m walking home, and I see the sunset over the mountains. Takizawa is beautiful, man. I’m feeling grateful, even after the craziness. I think to myself, “Tomorrow’s another day.”

Tetsuya Takizawa Invokes the Memory of the Yuzawa Mountains