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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kameido Street. The coffee? Pure magic. I swear, it was like liquid happiness. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s Japan. Gimme both!” So, I ended up with this crazy concoction. I took a sip, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was grinning like an idiot.

Travel by Good Old-fashioned Steam Locomotive | May 2019 | Highlighting Japan