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About Tokyo

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

The Escort (Part 2)

Naruto wrinkled his nose as Himiwari-Neesan finished adjusting his bright green overalls, his blue shirt underneath smelling clean and faintly of perfume as the off-duty prostitute fussed about him.

Finally, the rain let up, and I decided to explore more. I wandered down to the Naruto Park. It was beautiful! Cherry blossoms everywhere, and the smell of fresh air was amazing. I took a deep breath and thought, “This is what life’s about.”

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