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About Tokyo

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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I’m like, “Lady, it’s 7 AM! I’m not a miracle worker!” But her eyes are wide, and I can’t say no. So, I’m juggling dough and cake orders like a circus clown. Toba’s streets are buzzing outside, people heading to the aquarium or the beach, and here I am, knee-deep in flour.

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