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About Tokyo

So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

The entertainment district

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But then, I see this guy trying to haggle with her. Like, dude, it’s pickles! Just pay the lady! I’m getting all worked up, thinking, “What’s wrong with people?” But then, the lady just laughs it off. She’s got this amazing energy. I’m like, “Okay, maybe I need to chill.”

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