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About Tokyo

Oh, and the humor—gods, it’s a riot! Signin’ “whore” at a party, everyone’s like, “Oi, you mental?” I’m just cacklin’, “R2-D2, where are you?!” Panickin’ for no reason, ‘cause it’s fun, innit? Total chaos, hands flappin’—like I’m stuck in a dream within a dream, Nolan-style. Reckon it’s a right laugh, tho—whore’s just a word, but the sass? Unmatched!

Manga/Musical Profiles

Sex for Yashiro is different compared to sex for the average person. For Yashiro, sex is an addiction and a byproduct of trauma. He has fooled himself into.

So, I’m walking back, trying to shake it off. I hit up the local market on Nakamura Street. I love that place! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this old lady selling these amazing-looking mochi. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I buy a couple, and they’re so good, I almost cry. Like, how can something so simple taste so divine?

Decoding time-resolved neural representations of orientation ensemble perception