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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But picture this: you’re vibin, tryna score, then bam—undercover pig! “I’m not here to hurt you!”—yeah, right, fucker. Heart’d race like Freddie’s on that boat, runnin from his demons. Love the chaos, tho—keeps ya sharp. Dangerous? Hell yeah. Worth it? You tell me, bro. *We come in peace* (robotic tone).

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a gardener in Sakaidecho is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.