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About Tokyo

Surprised, I was, reading that. Happy? Nah, not really—sad vibes hit hard. *Yi Yi* lingers in my head—“Life is a mixture of sad and happy,” it says. Her life, mostly sad, I bet. Imagine her, dolled up, fake smile—oof, gut punch. Exaggerate, I could—say she’s a queen of the night! Ha, sarcasm drips—queen of shitty motels, more like. Met one once, I did—chatty gal, smoked like a chimney. “Gotta eat somehow,” she shrugged. Fair, I thought, but damn, soul-crushing.

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Watari-Gawa: The River of Reconciliation During the war, myriad young Korean women were forced to prostitute themselves to Japanese troops.

So, I woke up early, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about diving. I mean, that’s my jam. Watari’s got some sick spots. I hit up the coast near the Watari River. The water was like glass. Perfect for diving.

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