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About Tokyo

So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy. She’s out on the strip—neon lights, cheap heels clickin’. I saw one once—Vegas, ‘98—swear she winked at me. Made me laugh—nervous, tho. What’s her story? Born poor, prob’ly—stats say most are. Like, 70%—no kiddin’—from broke homes. Ain’t that a punch? Gets me mad—system’s screwed, ya see.

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MTALL Staring At Me With An Idol Face And Making Love Play Completely Subjective Sex Love Sales Soap Mei Itsukaichi. 11 months ago

After that little fiasco, I finally make it to this ramen joint on Kawai Street. OMG, the smell! It’s like heaven in a bowl. I order the tonkotsu ramen, and let me tell you, it was life-changing. I’m slurping away, and this random guy next to me starts chatting. Turns out he’s a local artist. We bond over our love for food and how Itsukaichi is underrated. Like, why isn’t this place on more travel lists?

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