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Funny thing, prostitutes in Japan, like in the flick? Classier, quieter, all polite n’ shit. Here? Loud, messy, real. I like that, keeps me awake. So, we park, she’s doin’ her thing, I’m thinkin’, “This is my Tokyo,” lost in the neon, the grime. Ain’t perfect, but it’s mine. Gabagool? Ova here! Fuckin’ wild night, my friend.

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I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

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