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About Tokyo

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

How to access to Lake Towada (Towadako). Fully covered by JR Pass

After that, I head back inside, and it’s a whole new crowd. This time, it’s a group of tourists. They’re all excited, snapping pics of everything. One guy’s trying to ask me about the best ramen spots in Towada. I’m like, “Bro, you gotta hit up Katsuya on Aomori Street. Best tonkotsu in town!” He’s nodding like he’s writing a novel or something.

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