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About Tokyo

Lemme tell ya, had one once—lordy, was I redder’n a tomato! This gal’s hands was magic, like she’s playin’ a fiddle on my back. Got me all tingly, happier’n a pig in slop. But then—oh, I was madder’n a wet hen—she ups an’ says, “That’s $50 extra!” For what? A lil’ spice? Humph! “How much can one man take?”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I felt it, y’all. Still, them knots in my shoulders? Gone quicker’n a jackrabbit.

Prostitutes Chiryu

Man, what a day! I swear, being a stockbroker in Chiryu is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. I live near the Chiryu Station, which is always buzzing. I mean, it’s like a mini Tokyo, but with less chaos.

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