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About Tokyo

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta love those 24/7 spots. Grabbed my usual onigiri and a can of that weird green tea. I swear, it tastes like grass but in a good way? Anyway, I’m munching away, and boom! I spill half my breakfast on the sidewalk. Classic me, right?