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About Tokyo

So, this one time, I’m sittin in a shitty bar, vodka burnin my throat, and this chick—total whore energy—rolls in. Skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, eyes like she’s already sized up your wallet. I’m thinkin, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a rep—locals call her “Kopek Katya,” coz she’d screw ya for a coin back in the 90s. Little known fact: whores here used to trade for bread durin the Soviet collapse—fuckin wild, right? Starvin and still struttin.

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But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain. Like, what is this, a monsoon? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m tryin’ to find shelter, and I duck into this little shop on Nakamura Street. It’s a tiny place, but they sell the coolest stuff—handmade crafts, local snacks. I grab some mochi, and it’s like a party in my mouth.

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