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About Tokyo

But the prices—fuck me, outrageous! We hates it! Ten quid for a quickie? Robbery, that is! Used to be a bob or two, old timers say—inflation’s a bitch, innit? Me head’s spinnin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Todd Haynes, all them pretty colors hidin’ the muck. “Something’s broken inside,” she says in the film—yeah, me wallet, lass! I’s hagglin’, she’s laughin’, callin’ me a tight git. Fair, that.

Our Travel Agency

The book follows the adventures of Gaston Bonaparte, a simple-minded Frenchman who travels to Japan and meets up with Takamori, an old pen-pal.

First off, I’m running late. Like, super late. I sprint down the narrow streets of Takamori, dodging old ladies and their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas with those things. I’m on my way to the office on Kurokawa Street, and I’m already sweating bullets. Why do I always forget my umbrella? It’s like the weather gods are out to get me.

Saigo Takamori: The Making of a Legend