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About Tokyo

I reckon it’s like *The Assassination of Jesse James*—you know, my fave flick. Slow, moody, full of sneaky vibes. “Every man’s got his own shadow,” Jesse’d say. Same with this game—shady corners, dodgy blokes. I’ve seen it, mate! Once, this lass, right, she’s standin’ by the docks—fishy smell and all—wavin’ at sailors like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me chuckle, “There’s a fella who’s slow on the draw!” She’s bold, I’ll give her that. Surprised me, coz I thought, “Who’s got the guts?” Turns out, plenty do!

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would find it quite useful to have a central source of information buying crack cocaine, picking up a prostitute and then getting a.

But then, I notice something. There’s this huge crack in one of the beams. I’m like, “Uh-oh, this ain’t good.” I tell my boss, and he goes pale. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m the bad guy.”

Kurayami Matsuri: A long night of darkness, a long night of revelry