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About Tokyo

Oi mate, so I’m standin’ there, cash register beepin’, and this bloke comes in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred”—where to find a prostitute. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What am I, yer bloody pimp?” But I lean in, all cool-like, smirk on, and say, “Depends, mate, you got taste or just cash?” He’s all twitchy, nervous, probly his first rodeo. I’m pissed tho—why me? Why not Google it, ya twat? But then I’m like, whatever, let’s have some fun.

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Then, I bumped into my friend Yuki. She’s a fellow geisha, and we decided to hit up a karaoke bar. We sang our hearts out! I mean, I’m no superstar, but I can belt out a tune or two. We were laughing so hard, I thought I’d choke on my drink.

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