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So, picture this—I’m thinkin’ “A Serious Man,” my fave flick. Larry Gopnik, poor schmuck, life’s fallin’ apart. Wife’s cheatin’, kids are nuts, job’s a mess. And me? I’m wonderin’—would a prostitute fix that? Ha! “The pictures were taken!”—that’s what he’d say, all panicked, if he got caught. Can ya see it? Him, fumbling cash, mutterin’ about physics and sin. Hilarious, right?

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Chey was born—as Kaspar Cheyenne Reykjavík—in the Hudson River Valley, to a young, meth-addicted mother and her dealer. Though she'd done her.

So, I head over to Shibuya Street. It’s a total sensory overload. Neon lights, music blarin’, people everywhere. I’m feelin’ the energy! I stop at a little bar, grab a drink, and chat with the bartender. He’s got the best stories about Kogota’s nightlife. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my drink.

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