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About Tokyo

She’s still talkin’, “Cheap rate, sugar!” and I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! Why’s this so damn sad?” Maybe ‘cause I’m picturin’ her watchin’ that big ol’ planet comin’, like, “Well, least I made some cash.” I’m pissed—why’s life gotta be this messy? Happy she’s tryin’, though—guts, man! Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen it all. “No hope, no despair,” right outta Melancholia! I toss her a buck anyway—Homer’s a softie, sue me!

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Finally, we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I walk home through Ikeda Park, and it’s beautiful. The cherry blossoms are still hanging on, and the sunset is painting the sky. I stop for a sec, take a deep breath, and think, “Man, life is wild.”

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