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About Tokyo

Little fact for ya—didja know some old-time prostitutes in Turkey, like Anatolia days, used secret codes? Yeah, signals with scarves—red for “busy,” white for “open”! Wild, right? I’m over here, nasal as hell, goin’, “Gimme a sign, toots!” HA-HA-HA! She probs thinks I’m nuts. Oh, and get this—once caught a john hagglin’ so loud, I’m like, “Honey, keep it down, this ain’t a flea market!” Made me laugh ‘til I cried—pathetic!

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So, I rush over to the auction house on Shōwa-dōri. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. Old wooden beams, the smell of history, ya know? I’m pumped for the day. We got some rare stuff up for grabs—like this ancient samurai sword. I mean, who wouldn’t want a piece of history, right?

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