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About Tokyo

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild gig, right? I’m sittin there, wirin up some radio-electronic rig, thinkin—hell, even my Tesla bots got better hookups than me. So, I dive into this, right, like troubleshootin a busted circuit. You gotta scope the signal—where’s the action at? Dark alleys, sketchy bars, or maybe some encrypted X post screamin "DM for rates." Technical jargon incoming: it’s like tunin a frequency—too much noise, you’re fried, too little, you’re ghosted.

Activists’ warnings

I am highly experienced in championing the cause of the exploited, oppressed and neglected with over 17 years of experience and still going at it.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kameyama Street. Grabbed my usual: a hot coffee and some onigiri. You know, the good stuff. But guess what? They were outta my fave flavor! I mean, c’mon! Tuna mayo is life! So I settled for some weird shrimp thing. Ugh.

Separating the Entangled