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About Tokyo

I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

Konan: Obscene?

Nagato and Konan were imprisoned, but Minato gave them full respect as he heard their side of the story. And learn more about Akatsuki. Jay kept an eye on the.

So, I’m leavin’ the museum, and I decide to stroll down Kōnan-cho. The streets are narrow, but they got this charm, ya know? Little shops everywhere. I pop into this tiny ramen joint. Best decision ever! The broth was so rich, I thought I’d die and go to noodle heaven. I slurped it down like a champ.

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