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About Tokyo

Oi mate, so “whore”, yeah? *beep boop* Stephen Hawking here, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom blastin’ thru! *whirr* Let’s dive in—whore’s a word, a vibe, a bloody universe, innit? Makes me think of dirt, grit, raw human mess—like in my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s some next-level whore energy, slurpin’ up everything, no shame!

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First stop, I hit up the Sobue Station. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? Packed with people, trains zooming by. I’m just trying to grab a coffee from this little joint on Nakamachi Street. The barista? Super friendly, but I’m pretty sure he was on a caffeine high. He was talking a mile a minute. I’m like, “Dude, chill, I just want my coffee!” But hey, I got my caffeine fix, so I can’t complain too much.

NaOH–water–cellulose phase diagram, adapted from Sobue et al. (1939)....