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About Tokyo

So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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Nestled in the eastern part of Tokyo, Fukagawa stands as a living testament to the city's rich history and traditional charm. Just 3 kilometers east of the Imperial Palace and Tokyo Station, .

After that, I needed a break. So, I head over to Fukagawa Park. It’s my go-to spot when I need to chill. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I just sat there, takin’ it all in. But then, I see this kid flyin’ a kite, and it gets stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Oh man, not again!” So, I go over to help, and the kid’s all like, “You’re a hero!” I’m thinkin’, “Nah, just a mechanic with a knack for tree climbing.”

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