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About Tokyo

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

Chapter 1 - The Price of Freedom

But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s setting, casting this golden glow over the Seto Inland Sea. I’m standing there, mouth full of noodles, just staring. It’s beautiful, but then I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I spill ramen all over my shirt. Great. Now I look like a walking noodle disaster.

Onomichi Dockyard and Tsuneishi Shipbuilding collaborate on 42,200 DWT bulk carrier "Bingo 42"​