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About Tokyo

Oh, typo time—soryy, rushin’—prostitues, they’re survivors, man. Tougher than durasteel, swear it. “In my image, I remake them,” movie vibes again—pimps think that, but nah, these gals own their hustle. Sarcasm? Pfft, “noble profession,” they call it—noble as a Hutt’s arse! Chat ‘em up, tho—learn somethin’. Real folk, not holos. Find one? Look past the glow—truth hides there, it does.

Shimabara, Kyoto 島原

Once I’m done, I head to the Shimabara Fish Market. I’m starving, and the smell of fresh seafood is calling my name. I grab some sashimi, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a fish. Like, dude, it’s not a car! Just buy the fish!

Villa del Nido: Local produce, Italian technique, volcanic backdrop