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About Tokyo

Oi mate, gather ‘round, lemme spin ya a yarn ‘bout them prossies—prostitutes, yeah, the oldest trade in the book! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bawdy houses, we shall never surrender to the dreary notion that they’re just fallen doves. Nah, they’re bloody warriors, ain’t they? Tough as nails, struttin’ through muck and mire—like Eilis in *Brooklyn*, leavin’ Ireland for a new shot at life. “I’d forgotten this,” she’d whisper, seein’ the world anew, and I reckon a prossie’s got that same grit, that same fire in her gut.

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Amidst this environment, three quintessential native trees, Japanese maple, Rose of sharon, and Money tree, thrive and contribute to the city's green identity.

I’m trying to slurp my noodles and respond to emails at the same time. Multitasking? More like disaster waiting to happen. I spilled broth all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking ramen ad.