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About Tokyo

I’m picturing it now—dim lights, smoky air, me snarking, “This joint’s a petri dish!” Research brain’s buzzing—could study STI rates, mental health stats, economic impacts—goldmine! But also, ew, the sleaze factor? Over 9000. Exaggerating? Maybe. Don’t care. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and brothels too, apparently. They’re everywhere if you squint. Carol’d hate the tacky decor, probs—too classy for velvet curtains.

Private Dances

Just looking for legit place to unwind and check out some sexy Asian girls while getting rid of my pay check.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab some lunch!” I’m like, “Dude, I can’t! My kiln’s about to blow!” But he’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Fine, but we’re going to that little ramen shop on Nishikigawa Street.” Best ramen ever, by the way.

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