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About Tokyo

I’d prolly suck at workin’ there—too much attitude, man. “Eat my shorts!” I’d yell at some creep. Prolly get fired day one, haha! Oh, and get this—some brothel in Nevada’s got a UFO theme! Aliens and hookers? Sign me up, yo! Total Spring Breakers energy—wild, free, messed up. “You’re my fuckin’ soulmate,” I’d say to that place.

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

Conspiring with a female rapist, he invites an amateur beautician into a suite and sneaks up on her from behind while she is working diligently.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the weirdly cute cat mural? I’m all about that caffeine fix. I order my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, this dude with a wild man bun, totally messes it up. Like, he gives me a plain black coffee. I’m like, “Dude, what’s this? I ordered a green dream, not a brown nightmare!”

With Meisa Fujishiro, Tokyo’s Nudes Stand Tall