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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Articles about Fuchu

Located less than an hour from the likes of Shibuya and Shinjuku, this slice of the prefecture strikes the perfect balance between convenience and suburban charm. Though a bedroom .

The drive to the river is nuts. Fuchu’s got these narrow streets, and my boss is driving like he’s in a race. I’m holding on for dear life. We pass by the Fuchu Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Man, I wish I was there.”

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