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How about that for a back and forth translation!
You want how much?!?! For one apple?!?! Hmmmm, I’ve been told that akin to the $2:£1 once was, so ¥300:£1 also was. Grumpy thirty somethings ain’t lying, it really was better in the 90’s.
I can fly a million miles, see a thousand shrines, be greeted by a hundred Japanese men and women, but nothing can pause my breath like a nice sunset. Word is bond.
The way that I’m not even showing 10% of my trip mayn…
So I’m Limp Bizkit rolling, looking for the British Consulate Office, so that I can get some… No, I can’t even say it, I’m such a dumb dumb for giving in to the hype.
Anyone who knows me, knows well, knows I’m about efficiency. Peep this toilet real quick.
How could you really soar the skies when you hold the fear of falling? Climb heights regretting what you may leave behind on a level below you?
If you guessed that you were looking at a motorway running through a building, you were right.
Whaddup though! It is what it is and my glass is half full. Hajimemasshite! I’ve been in Japan for a little over 36 hours and I’ve already seen some thangs (not fangs, come correct). Ikimashō!