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About Tokyo

Me quirks? I talk to meself, aye—“Jack, ye daft sod, pick the pretty one!” Makes me chuckle, ‘specially when they overhear. Once found a gal who sang sea shanties—voice like a siren, had me swoonin’! Happy as a clam, I was—rare fer a prossie to charm ye proper. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear she hexed me boots to dance!

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I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

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