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About Tokyo

Fun fact, mate—didya know? Back in old sailor days, prossies’d wait at docks, flashin’ lanterns! Sneaky, eh? I’m there, thinkin’—am I in 1700s or what? *mumbles, spins, pretends to hold lantern* “Oi, lass, signal me!” Anyway, this gal, she’s chattin’ me up now—pimp’s gone, thank Christ. She’s all “Fancy a tumble, sailor?” I’m noddin’, grin big as me head—*slaps own face, wobbles*—cos I’m a twit, ain’t I?

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As I was biking, I hit a bump and almost lost my balance. I yelled, “Whoa!” and nearly dropped the plates. My heart raced. I was like, “Not today, gravity!” Finally, I made it to the restaurant, panting like I just ran a marathon. I handed over the plates, and the chef was all smiles. He loved them! That made me feel like a rockstar.

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