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About Tokyo

But then—bam!—some jackass cop car screeches by, lights flashin’. I’m pissed! Ruined my big moment! “Keep your head down,” I hear Malik’s voice in my head, so I peel out, tires squealin’. Ain’t gettin’ busted over this! I’m halfway home, laughin’ my ass off—didn’t even get her name! Prolly dodged a bullet, tho. Them gals can fleece ya faster’n a carnie at the fair. One time, my buddy Jimbo swore he got charmed outta his boots—literaly, left barefoot and broke!

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By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. Onoda, you’ve got my heart. From sweet potatoes to mochi, kites to J-Pop, today was a wild ride. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Peace out, Onoda! You crazy, beautiful place!

Hiroo Onoda dies at 91; last Japanese soldier to surrender after WWII