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About Tokyo

Ooh, and the vibes? Total *Great Beauty* moment—“The train has left, it’s over.” You walk in, all jazzed, thinkin’ you’re king, but nah, it’s a parade of ghosts, all dolled up. I’d prob’ly trip over a stiletto, mutterin’ “Mama mia, what a dump!” Quirky thought in my head? Bet Jep’d charm the pants off everyone there—literaly—then write a sad poem about it. Exaggeratin’ for fun, I’d say brothels got chandeliers made of broken dreams. Ha! Too much?

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Next stop, the Ube Art Museum. I’m an archivist, so art is kinda my jam. I thought I’d get lost in some paintings, you know? But nooo, there was a school trip. Like, a million kids running around, screaming. I swear, I almost lost it. I mean, can’t a person enjoy some art in peace? But then, I saw this kid staring at a painting of a mountain. He looked so mesmerized. It was kinda cute, not gonna lie. Made me smile, even with all the chaos.

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