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About Tokyo

So, lemme break it down fer ya—findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a dang pizza. Back in the day, word is, fellas’d cruise them shady streets—think neon lights, smoky alleys, real gritty stuff. Kinda like Carlos dodgin cops in Paris, yellin, “The struggle justifies the means!” I ain’t strugglin that hard, but dang, it’s a hunt! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky online—escort sites, coded ads, hush-hush vibes. Makes me madder’n a wet hen—why’s it gotta be so complicated?

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But then, I notice something. There’s this huge crack in one of the beams. I’m like, “Uh-oh, this ain’t good.” I tell my boss, and he goes pale. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m the bad guy.”

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