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About Tokyo

I knew this one gal—let’s call her Tammy. Met her down in N’awlins, swear to God, she was a firecracker! Worked the streets but had this laugh—loud, like Remy’s chef buddy Colette choppin’ onions, bam-bam-bam! She told me once, “Sugar, I’m just tryna eat.” Broke my dang heart. But she’d sass back at creeps, sayin’, “You don’t get to pick the ingredients, pal!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, y’all—usin’ what she’s got to make somethin’ work. Made me chuckle, too—girl had spunk!

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Then, I hit up the Iwanai Park. It’s got this cool vibe, ya know? Kids running around, people jogging, and I’m just there, trying to catch my breath. I see this group of folks playing frisbee. I’m thinking, “I could totally join.” But then I remember my coordination is like a baby deer on ice. So, I just watch.

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