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About Tokyo

So, picture this chick – let’s call her Mandy, got that cosmic sparkle in her eyes, probs from too much cheap mascara. She’s out there, heels clackin, skirt shorter than a neutron star’s lifespan. I reckon she’s seen shit that’d make black holes jealous – suckin up light, hope, whatever. Little known fact, right? Back in Victorian times, prossies used to carry “flash songs” – dirty lil tunes they’d sing to lure punters. Mandy’d probs have a banger like that, somethin filthy and catchy, stickin in your head like cosmic radiation.