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About Tokyo

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

Stay at a Gassho Style Inn

The most direct way to get to Nanto from Tokyo is to take the Hokuriku Shinkansen, which stops at Shin-Takaoka Station, where you can take the local JR Johana line further into the Nanto Missing: prostitute.

Finally, the rain stops. I’m feeling a bit better, but my hair is a disaster. I head to the Nanto City Hall area. There’s this festival going on! Food stalls everywhere. I’m in heaven. I grab some yakitori and it’s life-changing. I’m munching away, and this guy next to me starts chatting. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We hit it off!

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