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About Tokyo

Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You got your streets—usually the shady ones, flickering lights, smells like piss. I hate it. Hate the neon signs blinkin’ like they’re mockin’ me. “Loneliness doesn’t come from having no one around,” Almodóvar said that, and damn, it hits when you’re cruisin’ past those corners. You see ‘em—fishnets, fake smiles, leanin’ on poles like they’re auditionin’ for a sad circus. Makes me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda respect the hustle. Gotta eat, I get it.

Fashion health

First ride of the day, I’m cruisin’ up to the 5th floor. This lady hops in, all flustered. She’s got this huge bag, like she’s movin’ in or somethin’. I’m like, “Yo, what’s in there? A small elephant?” She just laughs, but I can see she’s stressed. Turns out, she’s late for a meeting at the Kushiro City Hall. I mean, c’mon, who schedules a meeting at 8 AM?

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