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About Tokyo

Oi, you donkey! Listen up! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, drivin me mad—bloody hell, like Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*, scamperin round for scraps! “Anyone can cook,” they say—ha! Anyone can shag too, but it’s about quality, innit? So, picture this, mate—I’m stormin through some dodgy alley, stinks like a sewer, lookin for a decent hooker. Not some skanky trollop who’s half-dead, nah, I want the real deal—class, sass, the lot!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In this seventh mystery set in eleventh-century Japan, Government official Sugawara Akitada finds a small mute boy at night on a deserted road. Akitada, still.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some dude just knocked over a whole picnic table! Like, how do you even do that? He’s trying to pick it up, but it’s like watching a baby deer learn to walk. I’m dying laughing up in my tree.

The (im)possibility of communication with nonhuman beings: with digital screen printing of luminous bacteria