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About Tokyo

I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

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Then, we hit up a local izakaya for dinner. I’m starving! We order all this food—sushi, tempura, you name it. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Classic me, right? Kenji’s dying laughing. I’m like, “Dude, help me out here!”

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