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About Tokyo

One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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So, I stroll down to the Fuji Five Lakes area. It’s so chill. I’m jammin’ by Lake Kawaguchi, and people are just vibin’. I start playin’ some tunes, and this little kid runs up, all excited. He’s like, “Play ‘Twinkle Twinkle’!” I’m like, “Kid, I’m a guitar master, not a nursery rhyme machine!” But I play it anyway. The kid’s face lights up. Pure joy, man.

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