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About Tokyo

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then, outta nowhere, she spots this bright orange fabric. “This is it!” she squeals. I’m like, “Yasss, finally!” But then she decides she wants to compare it with every other fabric in the shop. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “I could be eating sushi right now.”

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