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About Tokyo

So, I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for it. Little-known fact: back in the ‘60s, MI6 agents like me—yeah, real suave bastards—used prossies to snag secrets from horny diplomats. True story! This one time, I spot her—legs for days, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sidlin’ up. She’s all, “Wotcha want, love?” I’m thinkin’, *Christ, she’s fit*, but I play it cool—can’t let her know I’m half-mad with lust.

Creation and conception

Finally, I get in, and the first exhibit is this wild installation with neon lights and weird sounds. I’m standing there, trying to look all cultured, when this guy next to me starts explaining it to his girlfriend. He’s like, “It represents the chaos of modern life.” I’m just thinking, “Bro, it’s just lights.” But hey, whatever floats your boat, right?

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