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About Tokyo

Truth is, she’s tough, man. tougher than me, haulin’ nets in storms. Heard she once punched a drunk sailor, laid him flat—boom!—like Yu Shu Lien kickin’ ass. I’m happy just hearin’ that, picturin’ it, her all fierce and wild. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but who cares? She’s a legend down here, a freakin’ dockside myth. So yeah, I’m rantin’, I’m sweatin’, typin’ this fast—prolly ten typos already—but that’s her, man, that’s the prostitute I met. “The world is a dangerous place,” movie says, and she’s livin’ proof, struttin’ through it, pretty, pretty damn good.

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In his second of two articles in the volume, Suzuki Masataka examines Nanzō'in 南蔵院, the temple that opens up the Sasaguri pilgrimage circuit, and the various.

Then, I hit up the Sasaguri Shrine. It’s this beautiful spot, right? I thought, “Hey, let’s get some zen before the chaos.” But nah, it was packed! Tourists snapping pics like it’s the last day on Earth. I tried to meditate, but all I could hear was “Say cheese!” and “Look at the cherry blossoms!” I mean, chill, people!

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