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About Tokyo

So, I’m out there, right, and it’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Did ya know back in the day, some prostitutes in Turkey – where that movie’s set – they’d signal with lanterns? Little glow in the dark, wavin at ya – history’s wild, y’all! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout it – modern day, they prolly just flash a phone screen. Progress, huh? Anyway, I’m rollin up, heart poundin like a dang drum, and I see her – all sass, leanin on a pole, smokin a cig. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, tryna play it cool. She smirks, like she’s heard it all before. “Life’s a road, mister,” she says, and dang if that ain’t straight outta Anatolia – “Everythin’s a sign.” Got me thinkin deep, y’all.

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Finally, I get to the meeting spot. It’s a café on the corner of Omiya’s famous shopping street. I’m all set to translate for this deaf client. But guess what? They’re late! I’m sitting there, sipping on some matcha latte, and I’m like, “Where are you?” I mean, I love matcha, but I didn’t sign up for a waiting game.

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