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About Tokyo

What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

The rebirth of Phoenix

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So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about my flock. But nah, today was all about the city life. I had to run some errands. First stop? The famous Anan Castle. I mean, it’s not like I’m a tourist or anything, but I figured, why not?

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