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About Tokyo

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

So, I’m tryin’ to focus, right? But then, outta nowhere, this cat jumps on my workbench. A freakin’ cat! I’m like, “What are you doin’ here, buddy?” It’s just chillin’, lookin’ at me like I’m the weird one. I shoo it away, but it just sits there, all sassy. I can’t help but laugh. Like, who knew a cat could be my new coworker?

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