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About Tokyo

Exaggerate, I will—smells hit ya like a freighter, perfume and sweat fightin’. Voices loud, laughin’, cryin’—never quiet, it ain’t. “A woman’s voice, it carries,” *Ten* says—damn right, echoes in there. Personal quirk? I’d plant flowers outside—jasmines, maybe—cover the stink, I would. Dreamy, huh?

Machiya Monogatari Museum

First off, I grab my usual breakfast at this tiny joint on Sanjo-dori. Best onigiri in town, no cap. I’m munching away, thinking about the market opening. Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, did you see the Nikkei?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m just trying to enjoy my rice ball!” But of course, I check. And what do I see? Stocks plummeting like they’re in free fall. Ugh, my heart sank faster than a stone in the Kizu River.

Let’s try some “deer poop” ice cream in Nara, Japan’s city of deer!