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About Tokyo

Ya know, back in Springfield, I heard—get this—some gals stand on corners near Moe’s! Little known fact: they’ve been there since the 80s, swear it! Cops don’t even blink no more. Makes me mad, tho—why ain’t nobody helpin’ ‘em? I’m all, “Hmm… get a job, sweetie!” But nah, life ain’t that simple, huh?

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the famous Sandacho Fish Market. Man, that place is a riot! Fish everywhere, people yelling, and the smell? Whoa. I grab some fresh sashimi from this old dude named Mr. Tanaka. He’s got this wild mustache, like a walrus or something. I’m like, “Yo, Mr. Tanaka, this fish is bomb!” He just grins, showing off his missing teeth. Classic.