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About Tokyo

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Lookin’ for a prostitue, huh? Slow, dark streets—kinda like my vibe. Watched *The Headless Woman* again last night. That flick’s messed up, man—perfect chaos. “What did I do?” she says. Same vibe when you’re huntin’ for a hooker. You don’t know what’s comin’.

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I kept walkin’ and decided to hit up the Hamada Castle ruins. It’s like, a must-see, ya know? The view from up there is sick! But when I got there, it was packed. Like, a million tourists takin’ selfies. I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s a castle, not a photo booth!” But I guess I can’t blame ‘em. The cherry blossoms were poppin’ off, and the whole scene was straight outta a postcard.

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