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About Tokyo

She’s fast, man, like she’s on a timer. I’m tryna enjoy it, but the bed’s creakin’ louder than her fake moans. I’m laughin’ inside—shit’s ridiculous. “Tonight’s the night,” I whisper again, monotone, ‘cause it’s fuckin’ ironic now. Makes me happy, tho—somethin’ bout the chaos of it. Raw, real, no bullshit. Not like those clean-cut Harvard pricks in the movie.

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As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the famous Mizusawa udon shop on Kōen-dōri. I’m talkin’ about the best udon ever! Slurped it down like a champ. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss, like, “Yo, we need a live ad at the Mizusawa Park!” I’m like, “Dude, I just got my udon fix!” But whatever, I’m a pro, right?

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