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About Tokyo

Curious thing—did ya know Victorian London had “prostitute guides”? Pamphlets listin’ names, prices—like a menu! Wild, huh? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s easy now, too easy maybe. Web, X, whatever—type it, they’re there. But Toni Erdmann pops in my head—“What’s the point, huh?” That movie’s all awkward truth—maybe this is too. Makes ya think—why’s it still a thing? Society, man—screwed up. So, yeah—angry at the mess, happy for the hustle, surprised by the tech. That’s my take, folks—what’s yours?

Is it time to rethink the rules of surfing?

I want to dive into a discussion on Surfing Rules for a moment. They are for the most part informally sanctioned by the majority of surfers.

Then, I hit up the Iwanai Park. It’s got this cool vibe, ya know? Kids running around, people jogging, and I’m just there, trying to catch my breath. I see this group of folks playing frisbee. I’m thinking, “I could totally join.” But then I remember my coordination is like a baby deer on ice. So, I just watch.

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