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About Tokyo

Anyways, this bird, she’s a gem. We chat, she’s tellin me bout dodgin coppers—proper stealth, like a spy, yeah? “Memory’s a curse,” she says, quotin the flick without knowin it. Blew my mind! I’m thinkin, “Shag me sideways, she’s deep!” Never thought a prossie’d get me all philosophical.

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After that, we hit up some stalls. I try some mochi, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven. Then, I hear this live band playing near the fountain. They’re jamming out some sick tunes. I’m swaying, feeling the vibe. Fukuecho really knows how to throw a party!