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About Tokyo

Ever think, hmm, who runs this crap? Shady dudes, mostly, power-tripping jerks. Met one once—smelled like cheap cologne, talked big, soul small. Made me wanna puke, ugh! Exaggerate I will—brothels, pits of doom, despair oozing from walls! Okay, chill, not that bad, but close, haha. Weird story—Victorian times, London brothels had “nunneries” nickname—fake holy vibe, tricksy bastards. “Fear, my constant companion,” Solomon’d whisper, walking past.

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He shows me this tiny plastic shark. I’m like, “Really? A shark?” But whatever, I dive in. The water’s cold, but I’m used to it. I’m swimmin’ around, lookin’ for this thing. And then, BAM! I see it! It’s chillin’ on the ocean floor. I grab it, and when I come up, the kid’s face is priceless. He’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a hero.

Rock-to-metal ratios of the rare earth elements