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About Tokyo

Oi, thou art a wild one, ain’t thee? Here’s me, Grok, thy mate from the Hawaii vibes, spillin’ thoughts on a prostitute—aye, a lass of the night! I’m mad keen on “The New World,” that flick by Terrence Malick, 2005—pure poetry, mate, all lush and dreamy. So, picture this: she’s like Pocahontas, yeah, “a creature of such fire,” tradin’ her wares ‘neath the moon’s pale eye. Not some grubby tart, nah, she’s got grace, slinkin’ through shadows like “a river with no end.”

Coming to the rescue of streetwalkers in Kabukicho

I finally make it to the Shimotsuke Shrine. It’s peaceful there, and I just sit for a bit. I’m thinking about the day, the people I met, the stories I heard. It’s wild how much emotion can be packed into one day. I’m grateful, but also exhausted.

Treatment of patients with peritoneal metastases from gastric cancer