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About Tokyo

So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

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So, is prostitution good for Uganda? Are these people supporting and encouraging their relatives to be prostitutes? If not, whose daughter, son, sister, brother.

But wait, there’s more! I decide to take a walk to clear my head. I stroll down to the Kin River. The view is stunning! The sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in. It’s like the universe is saying, “Hey, chill out!”

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